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Gritting my teeth, I attempt to keep the anger at bay. This is exactly why I left that shit pack. We let him sit for hours, alone and in the pitch black while he came to… but he’s still high. “What are you on?” The stupid fucker just grins and lets out an unhinged laugh. The blood on his teeth and his bloodshot eyes make him appear even more deranged.
My wolf presses against my chest, eager to be released. I grimace as the man’s foul breath lingers in front of my face. The shifter is bound to the chair in the middle of the shed with silver rope. Trapped and undoubtedly in pain. His left arm is hanging out of the socket. That’s going to take a while to heal, but the rest of him is covered in only faint bruises and blood from wounds that have already healed. Dom cracks his knuckles, preparing for another round.
The disadvantage to being shifters is that this could go on forever since we heal so damn fast. I don’t have time for this. I need to get back to my mate. My hand flexes as I tilt my head, judging this prick and finding him lacking.
“Fine, I don’t really give a fuck anyway.” I move back as Dom steps in front of the mangy shifter and takes his anger out on his already fucked-up face. I let him destroy the poor fucker. It’s not doing a damn thing, but Dom can’t get past the comment from earlier about “the blond one” looking like she’d be fun. A chill runs through my blood remembering what Vince told us about the pack. We’ve got all the equipment we need in the back of the shed to get answers.
Answers on where they are and how many are left. I had mercy the last time. I won’t the next. They’ll all die a slow death. Their fate is sealed.
“Did you know Dom’s an expert in torture?” I question casually as Dom lands a fist square on the shifter’s jaw. Bloody spittle flies out of his mouth onto the ground as his jaw shatters and hangs off his face. “He didn’t want to be, but you could say it came with the territory he grew up in.” Pain flashes in Dom’s eyes and I immediately regret my comment. That was a poor judgment call, but I continue and apologize telepathically. He nods slightly in acknowledgment before continuing to land punch after punch on his victim’s face. The force behind the flurry of blows has the chair that’s bolted to the floor shuddering.
I head to the back of the shed and wheel out the IVs and O negative blood. I have to go to the other side to get the key ingredient.
Holding the bag in front of the stupid bastard’s face, I tell him, “Liquid silver.” I toss the bag back and forth between my hands as my words register on his face. A hint of worry passes through his eyes. Apparently he’s not too far gone.
It’ll scorch every inch of this bastard’s flesh from the inside out. Constantly. No relief will be given as his heart continues to pump the tainted blood throughout his system. “We’ll start off with a low dose, just to give you some pain and the motivation to be forthcoming to end the suffering as quickly as possible. You’ll be able to answer our questions easily. But if you don’t talk, we’ll up the concentration until all you can do is scream. We’ll let you go for a few hours, maybe a day before we give you some of this.” I grab the IV stand. “Fresh blood. Then we’ll ask you again. If you don’t answer, well … rinse and repeat.”
Kicking the IV stand back, I grab a syringe. I stab the bag in front of him and let him watch the silver flood into the chamber before injecting it into his bloodstream. The fucker immediately screams and thrashes in his restraints. I can practically see the silver flowing in his blood as each part of his body trembles in agony.
“Are you going to talk, or should I give you some more and let you think about it?”
He snarls and grits through his clenched teeth, “Fuck you!”
“Have it your way.” I stab the bag again as he writhes violently in a shit effort to get away from me. His pathetic attempt makes me laugh. There’s no doubt we have to kill him. The sooner I get the information I need out of him, the better.
“Wait, wait, wait!” he yells as I stick him with the syringe. I leave it there dangling out of his arm as he seethes, staring at the injection site like it’s on fire. His breathing is heavy as he scowls, seeming to reconsider.
“Are you ready to talk?” I keep my face expressionless and voice even.
“I’ll tell you everything if you let me go.” My lips kick up into a smirk and I huff a humorless laugh as I push the plunger down. His screams hardly register as I think about how he may have taken my sweet mate away from me.
My everything. She is my life. So his is no longer relevant.
I speak slowly as the silver leaves the barrel, disappearing into his arm. “You’ll die after you give me answers. Whether that’s right now, in a couple of hours, days, or weeks even, is up to you. I can promise you that I will make sure you are in pain every second that you continue to breathe.” His breathing becomes chaotic as he starts to hyperventilate. “Unless you’re ready to talk.”
“I’ll tell you everything,” he barely gets out as he writhes in agony.
“Talk.” I peer down at him with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Make it stop! Please, I’ll do anything!” His eyes plead with me, but I don’t give a fuck. I know what they were planning to do to Liz and Grace. He has no sympathy from me.
“Talk.” My hard command is repeated without an ounce of emotion.
“It’s the vamps. They want the blood bank.” His hurried words rush past his cracked lips. “Stop it! Stop it, please!” I keep my expression calm, but his words make my blood pump faster and fists clench harder. I grab the IV and let fresh blood flow through him.
“Vampires?” Dom’s question fills my head. Our captive won’t be able to hear our conversation because he isn’t a pack member.
“I have no fucking idea what he’s talking about. They never dealt with vampires when I was a part of the pack.” I slowly drain the tainted blood into a bucket.
“Remind me to keep some blood to test. I want to know what the hell they’re on.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
The shifter slowly stops shaking as the silver leaves his system. “Talk.” Tears fill his eyes at my simple command. “They’re going to kill me.” He swallows hard, then looks between Dom and me. “They’ll kill me if I talk.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” Crouching in front of him, I tell him, “I’m going to kill you first. I can make it painless and fast. It’s up to you.” His eyes fall and sobs wrack through his body. “I don’t have time to listen to you cry.” I grab the bag of silver and pierce it with the syringe.
“No! No!” He tries to back away from me while shrieking, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk.”
