91: Unwanted Victims - Part 3

"Quiet," Maric interrupted, his tone like a lash. The man flinched but managed to suppress whatever words had been on his tongue.

Fenrir raised a brow and gave Maric a pointed look. "That's enough," he said, his voice soft but firm. "He's no use to us if you crush him into silence."

Maric frowned but relented, stepping back slightly to give the man room to speak. Though the tension in the air remained palpable, Fenrir's calm demeanor had a soothing effect, at least on the surface.

The feral man took a shuddering breath, his wild eyes darting between Maric and Fenrir. He seemed to struggle with his words before finally managing, "Are you... like me?"

Fenrir tilted his head slightly, a curious smile playing on his lips. "And what exactly do you think you are?" he asked, his tone carrying an almost playful air.