Mickey’s POV.
“f**k, f**k, f**k,” I curse as I pace the fancy kitchen that once belonged to Derry. I run my fingers through my hair and tug on the roots, the small pain it causes helps to keep my panic and frustration from consuming me completely. What an absolute cluster f**k this is. The council must have gotten more information on us somehow, they knew a simple attack wouldn't work, that we'd been prepared for it. That's why they changed tactics, using our own Alpha to find everyone and probably eliminate us all himself. They must have known that no amount of threats or torture would make Hawk give up the locations of his own family and pack. So they'd found a way to make him their own little b***h, that would give them any information they needed and do anything they asked with a dope
