The masked figure's tone dripped with malice. "Oh, you do," he sneered. "Your father is Elder Thomas, a high-ranking member of the pack's council. Surely, he's shared some… enlightening information with you."
"He knows nothing," Xavier repeated, desperation creeping into his voice. "I told you, Luna Reana keeps her own thoughts. Even my father, as a member of the council, is only privy to what she chooses to share."
Victor's eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Are you indirectly saying you're useless?" he sneered. "Did we go through all the trouble of capturing you, only to find that you're nothing more than a hollow shell of information?"
Xavier's voice was laced with defiance. "I didn't ask to be captured. Or to be dragged into your twisted games."
