"Wh... what do you want?" The man's voice was shaking so badly he could hardly speak.
"Answers, Matthew. We want answers." I pushed him down onto the chair and Sullivan wrenched his arms back behind it.
"I don't know anything, I swear!"
There were leashes hanging by the door and Itossed one to Sullivan before grabbing two to tie his legs. "Are you sure you don't know anything?"
The exam room door slammed open, and Zayn stood in the doorway, a psychotic-looking grin on his face. Matthew let out a squeal and nearly kicked me in the nuts as I knelt to secure his legs. I could already smell human piss and scrunched my face. "Did all the wolves you handed over to Marcos piss themselves too?"
I'd barely gotten his other leg secured before Zayn lunged across the room, fisting Matthew's shirt, his claws digging into the fabric. "Did my sister piss herself?"
"Zayn, calm down." Wren came into the room with my clothes and shoes in her arms. "Building is secure and the surveillance video should be taken care of already." She handed me my clothes and shoes, which I quickly started to put on while Sullivan moved Zayn away from the weeping vet.
Wren stood in front of him, her hands on her hips. Her posture was all business and promised pain if he didn't give us answers. "How many wolves have come through here?"
"I-"Smack.
She fucking smacked him across the face,sending his head whipping to the side. "I want a number."
Matthew's cheek was a nice shade of red as he turned his head back to look up at Wren. She raised her hand again, and he flinched. "Five."
"Does that include the one that ran out of here naked?"
"Yes." Matthew looked over at me and recognition crossed his face. So, the fucker did know who I was. "Oh, shit."
Wren stepped in his line of sight. "How many were female? Who were they sold to?"
"I don't-"Smack.
She smacked him again, and this time he spat blood. "Let's get this clear, Matthew, there is no 'I don't know.' You will answer my questions, or we'll leave the room and let my friend over here have a turn with you."
Zayn growled from where Sullivan was holding onto his arm near the door. "I say we do that now."
"No! I mean yes, I'll answer!" He fearfully glanced over his shoulder at Zayn. "Only one was female. I don't know who they were sold to. I just handed them over."
"What's in it for you?" Wren went to the cabinets and began opening them. "Let me guess. Money?How much money do you get, Matthew?" She pulled out what looked like nail trimmers.
I could do nothing but watch her. It was like she was a different person and focused solely on the job in front of her. Quite frankly, it was turning me on, and judging from the look on Sullivan's face, it was doing the same to him. Zayn was still fuming too much to appreciate the scene in front of him.
"What are you going to do with those?" Matthew started squirming to get free as Wren moved behind him. "Fifty! He paid me fifty."
"Fifty what?" Wren squeezed the tool, and it made a clicking noise.
Matthew let out a shriek. "Thousand! Fifty thousand dollars!"
"How do you know?" She ran the clippers across his ear, and he shuddered violently. "How do you know they aren't regular wolves?"
"Please..."
Wren smacked him on the side of the head with the tool. "This is your last warning. Do you know what I plan to do with these nail clippers? Hm, Matthew? They cut through the thickest of nails, so I can only imagine how they'll slice through the tips of your fingers like butter."
Matthew was a crying mess now, his face coveredin tears. His life was going to be ruined after this, and it was a shame considering he only appeared to be about thirty.
"The blood. When I test a wolf's blood, it shows up as human blood. That's how I know." He breathed out a sigh of relief as Wren came back to stand in front of him. "I promise I'll stop."
My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket. "It's my sister." Neither of my sisters spoke to me. Not since I left the pack in order to protect them. I quickly moved to the door. "Lillian?"
"King," she sobbed my name. "Help me."
