Chapter 138

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The wrong choice

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The wrong choice Aria

“Why are we just standing outside?” I ask Ronan.

My wolf growls in agreement.

Ronan’s voice is steady when he speaks.

“We can’t just charge in there half-cocked.”

“We need tact,” Ben says ironically.

Colt, Hazam, Kade, Theo, Barric, Ransom and Elliot stand with us outside the prison cell.

The one where we have two prisoners.

“Kendrick will need to be question separately, do with your wolf traitor what you will but I think I know what they took from him,” Ransom intones.

I look at him and it is as if all the jovialness as been squeezed from.

“What do you think they did?” I say carefully.

“They took someone from him, someone important. The they promised to keep them alive as long as he did what they asked.”

His tone lets me know this was not something they fulfilled.

I swallowed hard, knowing the answer to my next question but needing to hear it anyway.

“What did they do to the person they captured.”

Ransom looks at the ground, emotions shifting so fast I can get a read on him.

“Nothing good.”

“Are they alive?” Ben asks.

The word that comes is devoid of inflection.

“No.”

Hazam gives a mocking laugh.

“So, he betrayed me for nothing.”

“Not for nothing. For hope,” Kade sys.

“But it was the wrong choice either way.”

“What about this Hunter?” Hazam asks, ignoring Kades words.

“What value is he to us?”

“He is of high rank.

He will give us information that no one, other than the heads of the Hunter families, can give us.”

“Who is he?” Ronan asks.

Elliot shifts closer to Ransom, intrigue, and caution, twisting his hard features.

“He is their head trainer for the children of the founding families. The one in charge of breaking them and rebuilding them in the Hunter image.”

I can hear the words that don’t leave his lips.

Whatever darkness is behind his eyes, He put it there.

But he won’t like those thoughts being said outloud.

“Piece of shit,” I spit.

The males mirror my anger, their scents spinning with disgust.

There is no fouler thing in this world than hurting a child.

“We separate them, then,” Elliot says, his eye on Ransom.

“We let you question your beta and my princess will handle the Hunter.”

Ronan nods his accent.

“I’ll go with Ransom,” I say, feeling my friend would need me.

Theo goes inside and moves the Beta into another cell.

We split up into two groups.

Elliot, Kade, Ransom and I went into the cell with the Hunter and the others taking the beta.

The Hunter is chained to a steel anchor driven into the rock wall.

His lip curls when he sees Ransom.

The look on his face makes my skin crawl.

It’s hungry, predator, and possessive.

It’s almost like there is no one else in the room.

Elliot notices and bares his teeth, takes a step forward and positions himself in front of Ransom.

The Hunter slowly lifts his eyes to Elliot, irritation flashing his eyes before he looks back at Ransom.

“Have you worked your way into their good graces? Or just down on their cocks?” he asks.

Ransom doesn’t answer him.

Instead, he looks at me.

I nod, ready to let him and Elliot take point because I’ve never done an interrogation before.

“I told you, you shouldn’t waste your wishes,” moves around Elliot and crouches in front of him.

The Hunter looks around.

“Why?

It looks like it’s working out just fine.”

“Glad you think so,” Ransom says, voice void, even.

“This is Aria, Elliot and that is Kade. As you probably guessed, all wolves. All excited to get to know you.”

The Hunter spits on the floor.

“You think you’ve won, don’t you. That I will sit here and cower. You won’t get a word out of me.”

His cock sure voice is starting to piss me off.

“How can you be so sure,” I ask.

“Have you ever been burned alive?”

He looks me over, finding what he sees inadequate.

“No. And I won’t be today.”

I call my fire and wrap my hand around his wrist.

His skin starts to singe filling the room with the smell of burnt flesh.

The Hunter grits his teeth and I hold him tighter until he starts to scream.

I let the heat rise.

Hotter and hotter.

“Aria,” Kade calls but I ignore him.

His screams start to turn into a manic sort of laughter.

“Is that all you’ve got!” he yells.

The macabre sound of his cackling moans is a distortment between pain and Glee.

And rings in my ears, thunder and all I can feel is rage and fire.

“That’s enough!” Kade yanks my hand away from the Hunters.

I stumbled into his back, panting.

Sweat slicks my brow and I blink away my momentary madness.

“Don’t give in to his games. Look at him Aria really look at him. He wanted you to kill him,”Kade whispers in my ear.

I look at the Hunter, his creasing brow and his body shaking.

At the blackened jar skin around layers of gore peaks of bone.

I turned my face and stare at Ransom, whom Elliott is holding back.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

“Let’s take a break,” Elliot says.

“Yeah I think we need one,” Kade agrees, guiding me to the door.

Once we’re outside Elliot says, “I think we should use the Parexilla on him.”

Ransom stays quiet, arms crossed and mind much further than these walls.

“It’s an idea but how will we get him to swallow it?” I ask.

“We can inject it. It will take longer to enter his system but I’m not too keen on ending his suffering early,” Elliot asserts.

“I want to keep him, after you’re done,” Ransom says.

“Keep him?” Kade inquires.

“What for?”

“Penace,” he says simply looking to me for the answer.

Kade looks at Elliot and I don’t miss the worry on the Alphas face.

“Yes. Yes, of course. He is yours,” I say to Ransom.

“We’ll let Kiara know about the parexilla injection and we’ll meet her back in say, forty minutes,” Elliot says.

Kade nods before taking through the halls to go get something to drink.

The dining hall was slow.

I expected most of the people to have retired to their rooms until we could give them updates on what is going on.

Guess I was right.

“What happened to you in there?” Kade asks, pulling me between his legs.

The heat of his body comforts me.

“I’m not sure. It was like he pulled at my rage and once it was lost all I could like about is all the people he must have hurt, about all the children.”

Kade’s large hands rub against back and I arch against him.

“How are you feeling now?

I hum.

“Now?” I lean down to kiss his neck, his jaw and his lips.

“I feel much better.”

I’m dragged onto his lap and I straddle him.

“Thank you for stopping me.”

“God knows I didn’t want to.”

“I’m glad you did though. It gives us a chance to make sure we don’t lose this opportunity.”

I lean in and brush a kiss to his lips.

Kade immediately takes over, his tongue stroking me in long lazy caresses.

I hate having to pull away but I know I have to keep some semblance of focus.

Kade looks into my eyes, concern etched on his face.

“Do you think you’ll be able to do this?

No one will think less of you if the interrogation is too much.”

“I can handle it.

That was just unexpected, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?”

His rough finger tips scrape against my cheek deliciously.

The tease.

“I’m going.”

He kisses me on the forehead.

“Okay.”

I can see me before ng there males him instead but he holds his tongue as we wait for Elliot or Ransom to come get us.

Ten minutes later, Ransom comes and takes a seat beside me.

“I need to speak to you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The parexilla,” he looks between me and Kade.

“How does it work?”

I look at Kade for an answer.

“It affects the cognitive systems, lowers inhibitions, reduces the ability to effectively so in a sense we’ll get the truth to whatever we’re asking. Paired with a faints ability to Call we always get what we want.”

Ransom’s brows furrow.

“ But can you control what he says or does he just blurt out whatever comes to his mind.”

“Control it? No. But my call does act as sort of a buffer for the conversation. It steers the information he tells us in the direction of what we want to know,” Kade says.

“Mmm,” Ransom grunts.

I study his face watching him shut down everything that makes him human, that makes him vulnerable.

His voice is like a cold wind over barren land.

“Kendrick will say things I would rather not be repeated outside of that room. I want your word that anything outside of what you need will die there.”

A million thoughts run through my head.

The trust he is giving up is not something I will take lightly.

Whatever will come it will shed light on things that haunt him.

Things we should never have been privy to know.

But he risked it, for us.

For our people.

“I promise,” I say without hesitation.

“You have my word as well. A man’s past is his own to tell,” Kade vows.

Ransom gets up looking over his shoulder.

“He’s ready for us.”

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