"T-there's nothing I can say if you strangle me to death." The old witch managed to choke out, her voice dry and cracked.
King Killian gave a long, piercing glance…silently warning her not to try anything stupid before he released her neck. "Be fast." He ordered.
The witch fell to the ground as King Killian let her go and it took some time for her to catch her breath before she began. "I-it's the girl. Y-your mate."
She paused, coughing really bad as King Killian had stolen air from her lungs earlier. "I-if you don't kill her, she'll kill you." She continued, rising slowly as her breathing started to steady. She looked into King Killian's eyes, her gaze now serious. "If she kills you, your wolf-beast will be released, the part that has been caged for centuries. It will come out and bring chaos on us all."
