CHAPTER 70

　　Crossing one leg over the other, Luana stared right into the eyes of this heavily built long-haired, tanned skin and milky-eyed man. He had a well-cut beard and could be mistaken for a Wolf, with those eyes. His body had blisters and marks that showed he had been tortured enough but he just won't give in to what he knows about Shelbrooke and his plans.

　　"It just pains me so much to know that the people who are helpless are more adamant than you can ever imagine." She was dressed in her war gear, Leather pants, suits, boot heels, and gloves, all in black. Her hair was worn up and she wore black lipsticks, and dark eyeliners and her eyes were blazing.

　　"Tell me, Werecat. What is your name?"

　　The man who was so soaked in sweat looked up with fear evident in his eyes. Luana use her power to create fear in his mind and she was doing a good job with it.