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“Hand us over to who?” It was time to intervene and take over the interrogation.
“They’ll kill me if I talk. You’ll kill me if I don’t. Either way, I’m dead. So, fuck you all.” Before anyone could stop him, Jacobs manifested claws and slashed them across his jugular and down to his heart, stabbing deep. Blood sprayed, pouring out of him.
“Shit.” Stan dropped him, yanked his shirt over his head, and slammed it on top of the injury. “What the fuck are you involved in?”
It took a lot to kill a wolf—snapping the neck, beheading, removing the heart. But massive blood loss and heart trauma worked too. The body couldn’t heal itself fast enough unless you were one hell of a powerful wolf. Not without a blood transfusion.
Devlin went down on one knee. “Who?” He needed a name.
Jacobs smiled, his lips bloody. Then his eyes rolled back in his head, and he was gone.
“This is your fault,” one of the males shouted.
Devlin slowly rose to his full height. “No, it’s the fault of whoever is feeding him lies. Or do you believe him? Do you think we should risk exposing ourselves to humans? That you can be immortal?”
“You are,” the unknown male muttered.
“Enough.” Stan straightened, his pack member’s blood coating his hands and arms. “Do any of you know what the fuck Jacobs was involved in? Speak now, and we can deal with this. Lie and your life is forfeit.”
Suspicious glances were cast around the room, but none stepped forward to offer information.
There was nothing more to be gained here. He faced the alpha. “I need his phone and home address.” There had to be some point of contact. An email, a location, something.
Stan growled. “I just lost a pack member and that’s all you can say?”
“You lost him long before tonight.” It was blunt, but the truth.
Riffling through his pockets, the alpha came up with a wallet and phone. He tossed both to Devlin. “Get out.”
Zoe hovered alongside them. “I’m sorry. It’s not easy to lose someone you care about.”
Golden eyes glowed, and then Stan shook his head. “No, it’s not.”
“Whoever is behind this plot against the lone wolves is responsible,” Devlin reminded all of them. “If you hear anything, contact me.” Rather than push his luck any further, he guided Zoe out the door and into the night.
…
Charles tossed down his napkin, left his dinner guests, and walked out onto the patio for privacy, answering his phone as he went. “This had better be important.” Those under him knew better than to interrupt him at mealtimes.
“The white wolf is actively hunting you.”
Anticipation stirred inside him. “Where is he?”
“He was just in Brooklyn. Paid the alpha there a visit.”
“How many dead?” Stirring the hatred and fear of the lone wolf among the packs was a bonus.
“One, and he killed himself rather than talk.”
That was dissatisfying on one hand but satisfying on the other. The male had feared him more than he had the white wolf.
“I know where he’s going.”
Charles detested waiting. He’d already wasted more than a century. He also knew the value of silence.
“Ah, yeah, so he took Jacobs’s wallet and phone. He’ll want to search Jacobs’s apartment to see if there’s anything there.” He rattled off the address. “The information. It’s worth something, right?”
Greed could always be counted on. With those on the fringes of the packs, it topped loyalty. “It’s worth something.” He ended the call.
