Right nowseemed like the most important part of that statement.
Rhone said, “Our focus is figuring out who drained Steven.”
“Okay,” I said. “If you know I wasn’t involved and aren’t going to kill me, I don’t see why you can’t just let me go.”
I couldn’t go back to my old life or job, but I could try to start fresh, couldn’t I? If I dyed my hair or moved to a different part of the city, I might be able to hide my identity again. It would be hell to start over, and I’d miss my life fiercely, but I’d figure it out.
“It’s not that simple,” Maverick said. “The videos of me carrying you down the street have already exploded on the internet. Right now, all of the humans think you’re the murderer.”
“Until you tell them otherwise.”
“The first few days after a crime are the most important. While the murderer thinks they’ve gotten away with it, they might slip up. We can’t clear your name or let you go until we’ve attempted to find whoever is really responsible,” Rhone stated.
“Can’t, or won’t?”
“Both.” Rhone released Maverick and walked toward to the cage. The way he looked over his shoulder made me think he was testing Maverick for some reason.
The Alpha’s jaw was clenched so tightly, he almost looked like he was in pain.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked.
“What do you think?” Rhone asked.
I scowled. “Don’t mock me.”
“It’s a sincere question. What do you think is wrong with him?” Rhone gestured toward Maverick, who looked like he was fighting like hell not to attack his Beta again.
“I have no idea. I’m not a werewolf, remember?”
“Humor me,” Rhone said.
Did he seriously wanted me to guess?
Whatever.
“Rabies?”
“Basically.”
Maverick grunted.
“Really?” I asked.
“No.” Rhone stepped back, grabbing Maverick’s arm again. “We’re stocking an apartment and locking you inside. That should buy us enough time to find the murderer before we let you go. When are you going to need to feed again?”
“Three or four days would be best. A week at most.”
“We can be done by then. I’m sure you have an arrangement with someone to drink from.”
“I do.”
Maverick growled, but the Beta holding him back didn’t flinch.
“Male or female?” the Alpha gritted out.
I eyed him.
That was a very weird question.
