Logan struggled to focus, calling on his last reserves to push the haze away.
“He talk yet?” Lewis asked, gaze drawn to the mess of blood and fangs on the floor. Zac padded over and sniffed at it.
“No,” Tim spat.
Lewis let out a low whistle. “Damn, Logan. I figured you’d cave after he pulled the first set of fangs.” He moved closer and poked at the teeth on the ground with the tip of his boot. “Guess I was wrong.” His voice held a touch of admiration, not that Logan gave a shit.
He ignored him, staring past him to the stone steps and wondering where the fuck Aaron had got to.
Turned out he wasn’t the only one.
“You see Aaron up there?” Tim sounded annoyed, frustrated.
Good.
“Yeah, found him down near the main road, said he was struggling to get service anywhere.” Glancing down at Logan again, Lewis added. “We also found a motorbike hidden in the forest. A blanket inside the storage boxes stank of Logan and human. I’m guessing Moreton.”
Logan didn’t react. What was the point? Tim already knew he’d been lying.
Crouching down in front of him, Tim met his gaze. “Proof that you brought him here.” He took Logan’s hand in his. “You killed those at the cottage, didn’t you? They were our pack, Logan. Members ofmy team. Just doing their jobs and carrying out their Alpha’s orders.”
“They attacked me first.” His words came out a little slurred, new fangs almost fully regrown. Dread filled his belly, knowing what was coming soon. “Tried to kill me.”
“That’s what you get for being a fucking traitor.” Without warning, Tim tightened his grip on Logan’s hand and systematically pulled out his claws, one by one.
Logan’s screams filled the cavern, impossibly loud even over the roaring in his ears.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Aaron’s sharp voice cut through everything, and Logan clung to it, fighting off the approaching blackness.
“My job,” Tim snarled back. “If he’d just fucking tell me where Moreton and the girl are, then this could all stop.”
Logan held his breath, heart beating wildly as he waited for Aaron’s reply. “Well you might want to gag him or something. I can hear him screaming all the way outside.”
Wait, what?Logan’s heart stopped for one, two beats as Aaron’s words sank in. They’d been friends, brother’s even, before this. He’d helped Aaron’s real brother escape, for fuck’s sake—not that Aaron knew that—but did the rest of it mean nothing?
Aaron’s appearance had distracted Tim, though, and Logan was grateful for the reprieve. His jaw throbbed, fingers throbbed, his whole body ached from maintaining the half-shift for so long and trying to heal itself at the same time. Closing his eyes for a second, he tried to find some semblance of control. Who knew how much longer this would last?
“What took you so long, anyway?” Tim asked, wiping Logan’s blood off on his jeans.
Aaron shrugged, purposefully avoiding Logan’s gaze. “Had to walk down the road a bit to get any signal.”
Tim grunted. “What did they say?”
“Paul said to bring him back to headquarters if he won’t talk. They’ll deal with him there.”
“You really don’t want that, Logan,” Tim said, turning his attention back on him. “You think this is bad?” He gestured to the blood-spattered ground. “It’s a picnic compared to Paul’s methods.” Logan could well believe it.
Made no difference though. As soon as they were away from this place, Cole and Max could escape, and it wouldn’t matter what Logan told them then. He didn’t know enough about where they were headed to be of much use.
“Last chance,” Tim offered. “Tell me—”
Zac’s low growl behind them had everyone turning to look.
Still shifted, Zac was staring at Aaron, lips curled back into a snarl as he inched closer, sniffing.
“Lewis,” Tim murmured, nodding his head at Aaron.
Logan watched, totally confused as Lewis walked over to where Aaron stood, still at the bottom of the steps away from everyone.
