Zachary's POV
"He hasn't said much," Derek explained.
"Good," I replied, and moved toward the holding cell. I wanted to interrogate him myself. Thorne demanded we did so.
Kale was seated on the wooden bench, chained, and cuffed in silver. The scent of burnt skin and arrogance coated the room. He didn't stand when I entered. He just looked at me with a familiar brand of disrespect I'd seen from warriors who thought they were above being disciplined.
"Didn't expect you'd come down here yourself," Kale taunted. "I figured you would let Beta Derek handle it like always."
I didn't answer.
"Guess I hit a nerve," he added.
"No, not at all. I am not here to play games with you, Kale," I responded. "You dosed a she-wolf with silver. Dragged her into rouge territory. Tell me w
