She slammed into the tree, her ankle snapping with an awful crack. She yelped in pain, as the brute began to speak. "Just because you are going through something does not give you the right to treat others badly. You better calm your act before I rip it out of you myself. Now I ask again, who are you, and why did you want to die on my lands? I am not going to ask for a third time, so out with it. I have no time for childishness or insolence. You can ask my first wife as she rots in a cage, but for her that is simply a mercy. I have no reason to keep you captive, you're just an outsider who attempted a sin to my kind on my lands. So your excuse better be good." Through it all, Rayne's fury and adrenaline faded, replaced by hysteria and pain. I-I- she sobbed, curling around her broken, smarting ankle. I didn't mean to trespass-I had no idea there was a pack here now. . . . I have real depression, so just leave me alone! Maybe you don't know what that is, I don't care. Just please get off of me! Rayne avoided his eyes, his snarling, angered face. She tried and failed to get her crying under control. Please . . . it's just a personal thing . . . I lost my children . . . their father doesn't want to be with me anymore . . . She really didn't want to spill her guts to this man, but it seemed bad consequences would result if she refused to tell him anything.