Page 11 of Defiance
If Logan didn’t know better, he’d believe every word. Maybe because there was an element of truth to it. Cole knew Logan had nothing to do with the tracker, but he had said he was there to help, and yet look where they’d ended up.
The other three shifters stood watching their exchange, seemingly content to see how it played out.
Conscious of the eyes trained his way, Logan shrugged. “I said I was there to help you transition from human life to pack life. It’s not my fault you didn’t want to adhere to the law.”
The closer Logan got to him, the stronger the scent of blood became. He could taste it in the air, and each step took a toll on his self-control.
Jez moved past him to join the other two at the back of the room, leaving Logan the only one who could see Cole’s face.
“I’m okay,” Cole quickly mouthed, offering Logan a quick smile before schooling his features into a sullen expression.
Something inside Logan loosened, his wolf settled, and he took a breath.
Thank you.
Okay.
Let’s get this done.
There were no cameras in the hard interrogation rooms. Some things the pack didn’t want a record of. For once this worked in Logan’s favour.
“What have you got out of him so far?” Logan asked, focusing on Jez.
“Not a great deal, as I said before. He’s refusing to tell us who contacted him. Said it was you and Aaron at first. Then he claimed it was Paul who offered him a way out.” They all laughed at that, thank fuck. “We’ve just given him a shot of something to make him more talkative.”
“What does it do?” But he had a feeling he already knew.
The McKillan pack didn’t believe in using Sodium Pentothal or any kind of so-called truth serum. Pain was their modus operandi. If you were in sufficient pain, then you couldn’t focus on concocting a convincing lie and the truth would spill out. Logan had come so close to telling Tim everything back in the caves.
“That.” Jez gestured towards Cole, who’d started to fidget on the chair. “We injected it into his arm, so it took a little longer to work.”
A low growl escaped Cole and his mouth fell open.
Logan’s stomach dropped as Cole’s whine morphed into a howl of pain, too-big fangs sliding out of his still-human gums. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Jez agreed softly. “I hear the humans used it on you at the caves?”
A nod was all Logan managed as Cole’s screams filled the room. Claws ripped through the ends of his fingers, blood dripping onto the floor and running down his chin.
“Shit.” At least Jez looked far from happy at the prospect of doing this to Cole.
Logan didn’t think he could handle that right now. He chanced a glance at the other two, holding his breath. Smith looked as uncomfortable as Jez. Rich looked bored. Logan would take that.
“Ask your fucking questions,” Logan muttered, not wanting to see Cole in such agony—knowing exactly how much it hurt—but not wanting to look away either. Before any of the others could speak, though, he crouched down in front of Cole. “I know things went to shit, and I’m pretty pissed off with you right now, but I’m still your candidate liaison.”
Cole scoffed and managed to get out, “Lucky fucking me.”
“I can still help you.” He ignored Cole’s eye roll, knowing it was for the benefit of the other three who were now standing behind Logan.
“Fuck off.”
“Look.” Logan sat on the floor, legs crossed. “I’m not going anywhere. I also know how much pain you’re in right now.”
A grunt was his only answer.
“They can make it stop if you tell them what they want to know.”
Cole said nothing, face tight with pain.
