CHAPTER15
Isaac’s head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. A glance at the clock on the wall told him he’d been stuck in the secure flat for a little over three hours.
It felt like longer.
Michael would know he’d been taken. Isaac had spent the last two hours going over possible scenarios in his head. If he were in Michael’s position, he’d have moved up their plans to attack as soon as he possibly could. Isaac held enough information in his head to ruin their chances at overthrowing the Shifter Alliance. As strong as he liked to think he was, he wasn’t fool enough to think he could withstand HRU interrogation techniques indefinitely.
The door swung open and Isaac tensed as four shifters in HRU uniforms walked in. Isaac didn’t recognise them, but he did recognise the handcuffs one of them held.
“Are those really necessary?” Isaac asked, pointing at them. “This is a secure facility and there’s four of you. Also, I was under the impression I was in for questioning, not fucking treason?”
All four looked uncomfortable, and on second glance, one of them did look familiar.
Fletcher.
He’d been at Mothecombe with Paul.
“The Shifter Council has authorised the use of full interrogation techniques in your case.”
Fuck.
He’d hoped it’d take them longer than a few hours to get the go-ahead.
“As an alpha in custody,” Fletcher continued, “it’s protocol to transport you to the interrogation rooms secured in regulation handcuffs and with an armed escort.”
It sounded like he was reading from a script. Emotionless.
As Isaac stood, he glanced at the open door behind them and just for a split second contemplated making a run for it. Fletcher noticed and Isaac didn’t miss the subtle shake of his head.
Not that he was seriously considering it anyway. He knew there was no way out of here unless he stole a key card, but it was interesting to see Fletcher’s reaction.
He was aware Jacob had contacts in all areas of the pack. Was Fletcher one of his?
If he was, he did a good job of hiding it as he secured Isaac’s hands behind his back and slipped the handcuffs on him. The metal burnt his skin on contact and Isaac bit back a cry at the sudden sharp pain.
They weren’t fucking around then.
He made a note of his surroundings as they marched him out of the room and down the hallway to the stairwell. The McKillan pack scent wasn’t all that strong at the moment, but the closer they got to the heart of the HRU, the air became saturated with it.
Isaac had got used to Michael’s and the others’ scents. It was similar, but the differences were there, if subtle. His wolf was restless, like an itch under his skin that he couldn’t reach.
Finally they reached a long corridor, closed doors on either side. They walked him to the first one, opened it, and Isaac tensed as a myriad of scents hit him at once.
Paul.
Simon.
Blood.
But that wasn’t what made his breath catch. Underneath all that, Isaac detected another two shifters. Not McKillan pack, but something about it was awfully fucking familiar. It had been so long since he’d smelt them, he was almost through the door before he made the connection.
Logan’s parents.
The stench of blood hung so heavy in the air, he was afraid of what he’d find when they marched him around the corner and into the room.
For the love of the Goddess.
Simon was nowhere to be seen, thank fuck,but Marie and David sat strapped to two chairs in the middle of the room. David was out cold, head tipped forward, but Marie was conscious, blood smeared across her cheeks and over her chin. Stains on the floor told Isaac they’d been in there a while.
