LIAM
I am worried sick about my bairn. I paced around my cell, full of frustration. The di.ck Andwerson and his pu.ssu Beta came to see me an hour ago. They told me my daughter was dead, that she jumped off a cliff and her body had washed out to sea.
I know she is alive, I can feel it in my bones. I would ask my wolf, but the fu.ckers injected me with wolfsbane so I cannot communicate with him at the moment.
One of the guards is driving me crazy, singing about dying girls. I approached the silver bars of my cell, "why don't you act like a wolf, instead of a stinking pus.sy."
I beakond to him with my fingers, "come over here and sing about it, you can sing about how yer mama wanted to drown yer when she saw yer ugly face come out of her shriveled pu.ssy."
He stepped up to the bars, and
