Third Person’s POV
Lance had been sitting in a high–backed chair outside the interrogation room for the better part of the day.
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Inside, the interrogators were using wolfsbane–tipped whips on Velda–nasty tools designed to suppress a wolf’s healing factor and keep wounds festering in a constant state of agony. But even with her skin shredded and her spirit pushed to the brink, Velda refused to budge. She was sticking to her story: it was all Alpha Zander’s idea.
In the next cell over, Brock Freeman and a few other officers had already cracked. Under the influence of truth serum and a brutal beating, they’d spilled everything.
The truth was, Alpha Zander was in a deepa when it happened and couldn’t have ordered a ham sandwich, let alone a massacre. Velda’s own spies had spotted a small group of Western elite forces hiding in Snowdeer Town. Hungry for glory and wanting to tie up loose ends, Velda bypassed her superiors and ordered the hit on the entire town herself.
The evidence was all there, but Velda just wouldn’t recant.
Lance didn’t step inside the blood–soaked room. He sat in the dim light, expressionless as he flipped through thetest blood- stained transcripts.
A momentter, he casually tore the papers into tiny pieces, letting them flutter to the floor like a twisted version <i>of </i>snow. His voice was like ice. “Keep going. As long as she’s still breathing, don’t stop the ‘treatment.“”
Lucas, the lead interrogator, stood nearby, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. He owed Dr. Digby his life, which was the only reason he was ying ball with Lance. But after days of high–intensity questioning with zero results, he was feeling the heat.
He rubbed his hands together nervously. “Alpha Lance… I have to give Lycan Erasmus something. We’ve been at this for days behind closed doors, used every trick in the book, and I still don’t have a solid confession I can sign off on. The Western delegation arrives tomorrow morning. I’m… I’m in a really tight spot here.”
Lance crossed his long legs, his cold Alpha scent flooding the hallway. He let out a mocking huff. “What good is a contradictory, half–baked confession to Lycan Erasmus?”
“That kind of garbage? He will take one look at it and rip it up in your face.”
Under the weight of Lance’s aura, Lucas instinctively hunched his shoulders. “But Alpha Lance, we’ve run her ragged for nights on end. We’ve used every heavy duty tool we have, and she won’t break. If we push any harder, she’s going to die on the rack. F’m telling you, keeping this up isn’t going to change anything.”
Lance snapped his head up, his eyes sharp as razors in the dim light. “Then keep at it! Lucas, you know exactly what has to happen -she has to recant. Zander didn’t order that massacre, she did. If she’s really that tough…”
Lance paused, a cruel, yful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Then let’s bring Ulrik in. Let’s <b>see </b>what he has to say.”
Lucas turned pale and stumbled back a step. “That… that’s out of the question! Lycan Erasmus never said anything about questioning Ulrik. It’s pretty obvious Lycan Erasmus wants to keep him as far away from this political mess as possible!”
“Alpha Zander is in chains,” Lance said, standing up. His massive framepletely overshadowed Lucas. “Ulrik was the fieldmander. Why does he get a free pass?”
His voice took on a dangerous edge. “Lycan Erasmus didn’t tell you to grill him, but did he explicitly forbid you from calling him <b>in </b>
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Lucas stammered, “Well… he didn’t say I couldn’t, but he definitely didn’t authorize me to go out and arrest a royal favorite.”
Lance arched an eyebrow with a grim smile. “I didn’t say ‘arrest‘ him. I said ‘invite‘ him. Ulrik was the general on the ground for the Snowdeer Town op. What’s the harm in asking him to stop by and verify themand logs?”
Lance let out a cold snort, his fangs barely visible. “If Lycan Erasmus throws a fitter, you can pin the whole thing on me. Tell him I forced your hand.”
Lucas was baffled. For the longest time, the ckthorns had been ying it cool, trying not to poke the bear. Now, without any official authority over the case, Lance was not only interfering–he was going after the one guy Lycan Erasmus was trying to protect.
Was he really willing to push Lycan Erasmus that far?
Lucas swallowed hard. “Alpha Lance, I’m telling you, this is a huge overreach. If we get a breakthrough in there, I’ll let you know the second it happens.”
Lance stared him down, refusing to give an inch. “You didn’t hear me. I said if Velda doesn’t change her story, you bring Ulrik in
now.”
Lucas was still hesitant. “But just asking him a few questions… what does that actually do? Lycan Erasmus is clearly protecting him. Why pick this fight?”
Lance folded his arms, suppressing the urge to let his inner wolf roar. “Because he was themanding officer on–site! If we crack Ulrik, his testimony proves Velda acted alone. It’ll line up perfectly with Brock’s story and finally give us the truth.”
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.