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“Tired,” I admit.

He nods. “This won’t take long. I just need to get your statement.”

“I don’t remember much.”

“That’s okay. Tell me what you do remember.” He walks over to one of the chairs and pulls it closer to the bed. There is a small notepad and a pen in his hand. “From the beginning, please.”

I tell him everything I remember from when I was taken and brought to the cabin. I repeat everything that I remember Mendes saying, including his plan to kill us all.

He takes notes, asking follow-up questions when needed. When there is a break, I ask a question of my own. One I think is going to save us.

“Did you… get him?” I ask.

Ranger Stephens frowns at me, his eyes narrowing.

“Who, Miss?”

“The man responsible. You said his name is Mendes? Do you have him in custody?”

He watches me carefully, then sighs and puts his notepad down.

“Do you remember what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“When Detective Thane and Detective Warren showed up. Do you remember what happened?”

I blink, then shake my head. “I remember someone coming into the cabin, but… everything gets really fuzzy after that. I can’t really place anything. All I remember is waking up here.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, and I think he’s going to call me on my lie.

“The man responsible was shot, Miss Forester. With you in the room. You don’t remember that?”

Of course I remember that.

But I am not going to get my alphas in trouble when they were saving my life.

“He was shot?” I ask.

Ranger Stephens nods. I’m still not fully convinced he believes me, but I keep it up.

All or nothing.

“Is he dead?”

Ranger Stephens sighs. “Yes, Miss Forester. The man responsible for all of this is dead. You’re sure you don’t remember anything?”

“The nurse said I have a concussion. She said I may not remember things,” I say, staring into his grey eyes.

He holds my gaze, then nods, accepting what I’ve said.

He asks me a few more questions but wraps it up quickly when he realizes I’m not giving him anything else. Part of me thinks he knows I’m lying. But I don’t care. I’ll never say anything to get the men who saved my life in trouble.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Pierce

“If they don’t let me in that fucking room, I’m going to—”