Blood Truth
The basement of Viktor's compound had been designed for privacy. Soundproofed walls. Drainage systems. The kind of amenities necessary for a mafia boss who occasionally needed to have difficult conversations.
James Cooper hung from chains in the center of the room, already bleeding from several precise cuts. Viktor circled him slowly, letting his claws drag across skin.
"Let's start simple," Viktor's voice was conversational, almost pleasant. "How did you know where to find her?"
James spat blood. "f**k you."
"Wrong answer." Viktor selected a knife from the array Marcus had prepared. "Though I have to admit, I'm curious how a pathetic human like you managed to track a wolf for so long. Had help, didn't you?"
"You have no idea what she is." James laughed wetly. "What her f
