Levi was there with several of his men and a large group of the Pack stood watching. Their eyes wide and worried as their prisoner shouted. “You’ll be dead soon enough. The whole fucking lot of you.”
“I doubt that,” Rafe drawled as he strode toward his Beta. “You get anything useful?”
“No,” Jacy growled. “This fucker hasn’t given us anything.”
“And I won’t,” the man sneered.
“Yet,” Rafe said coldly before turning away. “Levi, I want guards on my cabin at all times. My mate is inside and she’s the only one of her Pack to escape this scumbag and his friends. She is our top priority. Understand?”
Levi bowed his head. “Of course.”
Rafe waited as Levi shouted out orders and half a dozen men broke away to circle the cabin. “Keep your wits about you.”
“They will,” Levi told him firmly.
“Now,” Rafe said coldly, turning back to his Beta. “We’ll deal with him in a minute.”
“Sure,” Jacy snarled at their prisoner. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Rafe turned to the nervous crowd. “I’m sure you’re all concerned about what’s happened. The loss of a Pack is unheard of but I need you to stay calm. I’ll be contacting the Council and I’m sure they’ll get to the bottom of what’s going on. In the meantime I want you to be careful and stay close to the camp. Ali’s got sentries out and working to keep you all safe and I’ll be going to see what I can find out as soon as I’ve finished with this scumbag.”
He looked around, catching the Pack Healer’s eye. “Myrtle, I’d like you to accompany me when I go.”
Myrtle stepped forward. “I’ll go and get my things ready.”
“Tomorrow morning is soon enough,” Rafe told her. “We’ll leave at dawn.”
“Okay,” Myrtle replied, nodding. “Is there anything I can do for your mate? Is she hurt?”
“She has a broken ankle but that’ll be fixed when she changes and her Wolf heals her.” Rafe smiled at the small woman, her unruly blonde curls like a halo around her head. “Thanks for asking though.”
“If you need me just let me know,” Myrtle said before turning to leave then stopping and asking, “I assume you want my magical side tomorrow?”
“Indeed I do,” Rafe confirmed. “I’ll talk with you more in depth in the morning. For now, just prepare yourself to tap into that side.”
“Will do.” Myrtle’s eyes hardened as she glanced at the rogue. “If you require my assistance with that piece of crap, just holler.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Rafe snarled toward the rogue. “I’m going to take great pleasure in dealing with him myself.”
Myrtle smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she left. Her tiny feet flitting across the ground as if she were dancing.
“Now, everyone else, just go about your daily business and let me deal with this situation.”
Rafe watched as the crowd started to slowly dissipate, one after the other they left, leaving him and his Beta with the rogue.
He looked around, tapping his chin as he pondered on where to do the interrogation. Not an interview, not “questioning the suspect.” Nope, this was going to be a full-on Alpha grilling and one he hoped would cause their prisoner a fair amount of pain.
His cabin was set back from the rest, but he wanted a more secluded spot to deal with this asshole. Rafe nodded to himself, settling on what he would do. His jaw set and his eyes hardened as he turned to Jacy. “Bring him.”
Rafe strode away into the forest. They had a small cabin set in the woods to use when hunting for the Pack. It was quite some distance from the camp but that suited his requirements just fine. He planned on having the rogue roaring in pain and the farther they were from camp the better.
His booted feet stomped through the lush greenery, his mood darkening with each step. Rogues had murdered Tasha’s parents, together with the entire Pack, but the grief he’d felt inside his mate caused his anger to rise to levels he didn’t know he was capable of feeling. Rafe was normally cool, calm and collected. Not today, not at this moment. Right now he wanted to rip something apart and his anger would be targeted toward one person.
Rafe wondered if he’d manage to contain his fury, or would it unleash and cause him to kill their only lead.
“No,” he told himself as he carried on, his footfalls heavy and loud in the silence of the forest.
Jacy pushed and prodded the rogue, forcing him to follow Rafe. His Beta’s own anger was boiling inside him, Rafe could feel it, and he knew, without a doubt, he’d never felt that in Jacy before.
“Guess destroying an entire Pack does that to a guy,” Rafe thought as he plowed through bushes and anything else that stood in his way.
Any other day he’d take in the beauty all around him. He loved being in the forest, whether in human or Wolf form, but today he barely glanced at the magnificence of the area. His sole focus on garnering whatever information he could from their prisoner so he could pass it on to the Council.
Rafe was under no illusions now. They needed help. If there was someone, something, out there that could kill a Pack of Wolves, then Rafe would ask for help from anyone he could. Including the Council.
He smirked as he pictured the Council leader’s face when Rafe called asking for help. He never contacted them for anything, so he was certain they’d be surprised when he called asking for assistance.
Atherton Denholm was old, even for a Wolf, but he ran the Wolf Council with a rod of iron. Although their rules and regulations annoyed the hell out of Rafe, he was well aware that Atherton would help any Pack in times of need, and this definitely counted as that. Rafe just didn’t relish actually having the conversation.
He’d make it short. As short as possible.
