Sitting back in his chair as best he could, affecting an air of nonchalance he certainly didn’t feel, Isaac glared up at him. “What are you waiting for? Let’s get this over with.”
Paul sighed and shook his head. “If you knew what was coming, you wouldn’t be saying that.” If Isaac didn’t know better, he’d say that was regret in Paul’s eyes.
The door banged open before Isaac had chance to reply, and Paul instantly straightened, his body language reminding Isaac of a cornered, wounded animal. Isaac knew who was coming before he rounded the corner.
Simon McKillan walked into the middle of the room like he was an alpha. He had the arrogance of someone who knew they could do and get exactly what they wanted with no consequences.
It scared Isaac more than anything had yet.
“Get those two out of here,” he snapped, pointing to Logan’s parents. “We’ve got everything we’re going to out of them.”
Isaac’s pulse raced, his heart thumping in his chest.
Logan’s parents didn’t know about their planned attack on the London packs, but they did know that Michael had fled to Mothecombe. That Baker’s attack had been staged. That Isaac had aided and abetted six known criminals.
That was more than enough evidence to charge him with treason.
The four guards rushed forward to do his bidding while Paul watched with a blank expression.
When they were half dragged, half carried from the room, Simon folded his arms and turned his attention to Isaac.
His blood felt like ice in his veins under Simon’s gaze, but he kept his chin raised, head held high. “What am I being charged with?” he asked, voice as strong and confident as an alpha’s should be.
Simon raised his eyebrows. “Charged with?” His smile was cold as he walked over to stand next to Paul. “What have you been telling him?” An edge of warning laced his tone.
“Nothing.” Paul fidgeted, moving his stance from foot to foot. “Because I don’t know anything.”
Simon hummed. “You’re suspected of conspiring to commit treason against the Shifter Alliance.”
Suspected? Did that mean he had no proof?
Maybe Logan’s parents had held out? Isaac took a moment to marvel at how strong they were to go throughthatand not crack.
“What evidence do you have to support that?” Isaac asked, raising his own eyebrows. He expected Simon to snap, lose his temper, but he merely shrugged.
“I know you helped Michael and the others. That’ll do for starters.” He then fixed Paul with a disgusted look. “Since you refused to take part in the last interrogation, you can fucking-well do this one, or it’ll be you sitting in a chair alongside him.” He snarled, lips curling back to reveal the tips of his fangs. “Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” He couldn’t quite keep the sarcasm out of his voice, and Simon was on him so fast, Paul had no time to react.
For the second time that day, Isaac witnessed Simon pinning Paul to a wall, hand gripping his throat so tight he was struggling for breath.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you lately, but this is your last fucking warning.” He let Paul drop to the floor, gasping for air. “Get the syringe ready.”
Paul struggled to his feet and walked on unsteady legs to the table behind Isaac.
He couldn’t see what he was doing but he could hear it.
Simon walked over to the side wall and leant against it, arms crossed, watching as Paul came to stand in front of Isaac again, a syringe full of clear liquid in his hand.
Swallowing down the panic threatening to overtake him and concentrating on calling forth the resolve that had helped him be an alpha for the last five years, he thought of Logan’s parents and all they’d gone through to protect him, Michael, and the others.
He cracked his neck from side to side as Paul approached him.
Now it’s my turn.
* * *
The entranceto the park was in darkness as Callum drove up to it. He pulled into the car park and turned off the engine.
