Chapter 247
AARON
It’s been hours since the Enforcers marched me down to the basement of the Council building where they have silver–barred cells they use for rogue wolves, and anyone else either being punished or awaiting punishment at the leisure of the Council.
In the cell across from me is a rogue wolf named Axel Sawyer.
He’s an Alpha who blew in from Texas after reportedly slaughtering a whole bunch of wolves down South, including his own pack if rumors are to be believed. I’d heard the Council were hunting him, but I’d also heard he’d moved on to North Dakota.
That was months ago.
Have the Council been holding him this whole time?
I wonder why, but I’m not going to make conversation with a psychopath who slaughters his own pack, and I obviously have plenty of my own problems to occupy my mind.
Eventually, Samsen comes down and stands outside the bars
to regard me like I’m some new exotic zoo animal.
“Where’s my mate?” I bite out impatiently.
Because they certainly didn’t bring her down to the cells, and I’m worried about what’s happening to her.
Not knowing is making my wolf crazy.
It’s bad enough that a wolf–a wild creature made to run free and wild–is held behind silver bars underground like this, purposefully depriving them of any natural light or air–but the added element of my mate possibly being in danger and not being able to help her is making my wolf harder to control
than usual.
If this goes on too long, there’s every chance it’ll make my wolf so crazed, I won’t be able to restrain it anymore–even with all my considerable self–control–and I’ll end up going rogue.
But maybe that’s exactly what the Council wants.
It’s way easier to condemn a rogue wolf than a powerful Alpha who is in full control of himself and his wolf.
“You’re not in a position to demand anything,” Samsen says cooly. “You will answer our questions regarding your role in the death of Alpha Tobin Havelock and they will inform the basis of your upcoming trial.”
“I’m not answering anything until you tell me where my mate
is.” I step forward and wrap my hands around the bars.
For most wolves, that would create an instant burning reaction. For me, it’s barely a tingle.
Just reminding Samsen that ultimately this cell won’t hold me
if I was suddenly no longer in control of my wolf.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Samsen,” I growl at him. “You really want to find out what happens when you lose?”
Samsen is furious but takes a large step back. “When you decide to cooperate and answer our questions, Alpha Rathborn, then maybe you’ll learn what has become of your
mate.”
With that, samsen turns on his heel and marches away.
“So ya’ll are the wolf with the power of three Alphas I’ve
heard so much about,” Axel drawls from the other side of the
hallway.
He also steps forward and wraps his hands around the silver
bars. His skin sizzles a little, but he doesn’t so much as blink.
“And you’re the Texan wolf who slaughtered his own pack,” I reply in a clipped tone. “Glad we got the formalities out of the
way, now leave me the hell alone.”
Instead of being insulted, Axel laughs. “Well, ain’t you got spunk? I’ll leave you be. But I would’ve thought an Alpha such
as yourself would know not to believe every rumor that comes his way.”
Does he mean the gossip around his supposed misdeeds in
Texas are not true?
But, of course he would say that.
Axel winks at me and then shifts to the back of his cell, whistling some jaunty tune as he makes himself comfortable
on his cot.
The sound immediately gets on my nerves.
“Samsen!” I shout in frustration, hoping he’s still within
earshot. “Tell me what the fuck you did with Leah!”
I don’t get a reply.
Other than that goddamn whistling.
