Enna remained still and blinked her eyes. Her ears flicking forward before flattening against her skull, her snout testing the air as the acidic smell of anger and confusion continue to come from the boy who now had a name -Adrian-. 

"According to her file- the sick leech recorded all of Enna's 'sessions' with such detail it gave us nightmares for a month." James began softly, anger hidden under his soft statement, he remained sitting, his hands clenched in his lap. 

"She'd switch from...punishments to 'testing her tolerance to something that harms her so she becomes immune to it' that plan never took dorm. Werewolves can't build a tolerance for wolfsbane, they can build a slight immunity to it but can never fully ignore it's effects. She listed the symptoms and kept doing it even when she was begging it to stop, she wanted to 'raise a good, tough daughter, she never had one and took Enna under her wing to 'guide' her. Truth be told, she was trying to break the youngest, most powerful Were that's been born since the war. She never gave in though, and now Adrian you need to try to gain her trust, she's been unconscious since we arrived and has no shown the signs, now she will." Jason explained softly, his eyes Bruning a hole into the wall his gaze was focused on, his fingers testing absently in his lap. 

"We...have the file if you'd wish to see what they are..." Jason offered hesitantly, his eyes on the carpet, the rain continuing it's assault. Enna curls into a tighter ball and burrows her snout into her fur.   [@SomeoneSomewere]