Carson Mathews sat smirking at Gavin, the council guard member who had been put in charge of his interrogation. They had tried everything within their power to get information from Carson about the poisoning of Alpha Nicholas. So far, the man had continued to sit silently with an arrogant grin plastered across his face.
“What is it you wanted, Carson?” Gavin asked him. “We have evidence that you tampered with pack records. You had access to his food and drinks prior to him being dosed, and if that isn’t enough, we have your phone records showing you were in contact with a dark witch in the months leading up to all of this. Why? If you tell us why we might be able to cut a deal.”
“What do I want?” Carson laughed, speaking for the first time since he was taken into custody. “I want to spe
