Adrian
I sit across from Alpha Dane, my hands clenched into tight fists on the cold surface of the interrogation table. I glare at him, my eyes burning with a hatred I can barely contain. For the past thirty minutes, we have been sitting in this silence, broken only by his occasional, arrogant smile. He hasn’t given me a single tangible response to any of my questions.
My knuckles itch with the urge to punch the smug look right off his face. I want to shift and tear into him, but I force myself to stay seated. I can’t kill an Alpha of an ally pack without proof. I need him to explain exactly where he was when Rhea was being hunted in the restroom.
I’ve spent the last few hours questioning almost every guest and every guard on duty. No one saw anything. No one knows how a group of rogues
