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Tristan groaned as he was hit in the face and stomach, blood dripped down his face but the blood flow stopped eventually, he scrunched his face up his nose cracking back into place.

"What in God's name...Martinez stand down!" Wolfe asked as he walked back in.

"He threatened me, Sir. I was reminding him whose the prisoner."

"Get out of here." Wolfe ordered and Martinez walked out with a satisfied smirk.

"I'm sorry about him, I am. I told you I don't have control over these so called Hunters. More like childern."Wolfe said and sat down.

"We tried seeing if the Lycanthrophy altered the brain. It does, however so we wouldn't scar her or mentally damage her we had to take more extreme measures to ensure her safety. Besides, I certainly didn't want Martinez and his men getting their hands on her. The Lobotomy seemed right at the time, especially with your healing factor." He said sympathetically.

"You think me a monster, Don't you, Tristan? For the work I am doing?"

Tristan sat there still looking at Mackenzie he listened to Wolfe and spoke " You haven't even told me what work you are doing. You haven't said what you want with us. Haven't you got enough? You have me blood and part of her brain! What more could you possibly want!?"

Tristan pulled one last time and the chains gave way, rubbing his wrists Tristan took Mackenzie's hand kissing them softly his eyes glowing lightly. " You may think of us as monsters but we are more human than you" he muttered slowly to Wolfe. " tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it, just keep her safe away from them"