Zephyr sat on a metal folding chair in the center of a small room with silver-coated, steel-reinforced walls. Contrary to popular belief, silver couldn’t kill us, but the fiction was based on some fact. In large concentrations, silver could interfere with our ability to summon our wolves and their associated powers. For that reason, I had been relegated to watching the interrogation on a closed-circuit television in Maximo’s office.
Personally, I thought that reason was a load of crap considering how Finnian hadn’t had any problem stuffing his beloved mother in the very same bunker to keep her safe when the East Village wolves attacked. I was pretty sure my patronizing partner and his more charming but equally patronizing father were afraid my delicate female emotions would spiral out of
