Roxy's POV
It was natural that the opposite of violence would work any time. If violence wasn't an option, coaxing and persuading was.
"Let me in. I don't think it'll attack me."
Even if it did, I'm going to choose violence immediately.
"I don't really recommend it—" Gena tried warning me, but a glare sent their way made them obey. Did I feel bad? Yes. Did I want to get this over with? Also yes.
The heavy metal doors grunted and huffed as it opened. I walked in with a particular agenda- To make it talk. No attachment, no trying to find how it got into my head.
The winged beast sat cooped in the corner like it was a melodramatic child kept captive. In fact, it even had an expression. I levitated closer to its face. Hands behind my back, as though I was trying to show authority than attack.
"They're trying to make you talk...and now you choose to stay silent? Pick a side. Shifters? Or humans?" I said.
