His wolf was fighting to take over, which was unusual. Xavier barely had any control over his other side. The only thing keeping him from transforming into his wolf form was sheer willpower.
Killing Lucas would do no good, not when he hadn't given him any useful information he could work with. There was always the possibility he was a great liar… And Xavier refused to let Lucas out of his sight, even if Xavier had left him unable to do anything other than speaking and casting a few spells.
"I wasn't lying when I said I don't know who sent me here… I don't know who I'm working for. I promise you, I'm telling the truth," he whispered, his voice so soft it was barely a whisper.
Xavier stared at him, having a hard time believing he was lying. It didn't seem like he was lying.
"So what, you work for a nameless, faceless person?" Xavier demanded.