~Ryker's POV~
Arlo sat stoically in the chair seemingly unencumbered by the silver chains locked around his wrists. It was strange to see a wolf so masked that he showed no physical discomfort from silver. Most wolves, myself included as an Alpha, were severely burned by silver when it touched us; hence Tates need for rubber gloves. It was so f*****g strange.
"So, I take it you aren't gonna be giving us any information anytime soon are you?" I guess I'll start with the obvious questions. I don't want to spend all day down here.
"Actually, ALPHA PRUITT, I'll give you everything you need to know!" Arlo spits in my direction. WHAT THE f**k!
"And how do you know that I'll believe a single word you say when you've so clearly given up. What do you have to gain in all this cause we both kno
