As he finished that thought, he saw the cabin in the distance, throwing over his shoulder, “Nearly there.”
Jacy appeared pleased, prodding the man in front of him and gleefully spitting out. “You hear that? Nearly at the place where you’re going to have a world of hurt. I’m looking forward to this.”
Rafe heard the hatred in his Beta’s voice. He would have to be deaf not to. It didn’t surprise him one bit. His Beta led his life devoted to the Pack and what these rogues had done was horrific. Neither Rafe, nor Jacy, could comprehend the destruction of an entire Pack, men, women, and kids. Outraged was how Rafe felt and he was pretty damn sure Jacy was too.
He’d have to ensure his Beta didn’t lose it and kill this lowlife before they could get any answers. Hell, he need to make sure he didn’t kill the fucker.
Not until he got all he could from him. After that? It was a toss-up whether he’d tear him apart or hand him over to the Council.
Rafe was well aware of some of the punishments handed out by the Council. Having their beast ripped magically from them, or being forced to transform and magic used to keep them in Wolf form. Both of these were excruciatingly painful, and permanent.
Would it be a fate worse than death?
It would for Rafe but he wasn’t so sure about the rogue. They didn’t value what they were, what they should be part of. Apart from the pain inflicted, he doubted they’d care either way of the outcome.
“Rip him apart it is,” Rafe said inside his head, his beast yipping with glee at the prospect.
Rafe pulled the door to the small cabin open. “Inside,” he growled at the rogue who stumbled inside after a hefty push from Jacy.
“Tie him to the chair.” Rafe rummaged around in a large wooden box, pulling out some rope they used to tie up larger kills.
“You think that will hold me?”
Rafe ignored the man as Jacy pulled out a chair from the table and pushed the rogue down roughly. His Beta went to work, binding the man’s arms behind him but also to the chair, before bending to tie his ankles to the legs. When he stood, Rafe sent him a private message.
“Transform, your Wolf might come in handy.”
Without a word, Jacy shrugged off his jeans and let loose his beast, the cabin suddenly feeling much smaller with his Wolf taking up so much space. It snarled at their prisoner before heading behind him, pacing back and forth with growls rumbling from its chest.
Rafe sent another message. “If he doesn’t answer my questions, or if he’s just being a dick, give him a few nips to remind him you’re there.”
“With pleasure,” Jacy replied, his voice full of loathing but tinged with excitement at being allowed to inflict some of his own punishment.
“Name?” Rafe demanded.
“Fuck you.” The rogue sneered, his eyes full of disgust as he glared at Rafe.
“I said,” Rafe ground out, opening up his Alpha power and allowing it to pour toward their prisoner, “name!”
The man’s eyes widened as pain lanced through his body and mind. The intense pain inflicted by the Alpha power invading his every pore and causing his face to pale, his teeth to grind together as he fought against it.
“I can up the stakes anytime.” Rafe shrugged, sending a fraction more of his power toward the rogue. “I haven’t even started in earnest yet so I suggest you answer.”
Rafe rarely used this particular Alpha ability. He hated to inflict pain of any kind, but the one doled out using his Alpha power was beyond cruel. Hence, he rarely utilized that part of him. For this rogue he’d make a damn exception.
“What difference does knowing my name make?” the rogue groaned out, his breathing ragged as he tried to fend off Rafe’s power. “I can tell you and it won’t make one jot of fucking difference so why don’t you just get on with what you really want to know.”
Rafe turned away, his anger boiling up inside him. He focused on the window, looking through it to the lush greenery outside. His forest, his land, his haven. It usually calmed his soul, taking in the beauty of the trees, bushes, animals that shared their homes with his Pack, but today all he felt was worry when he looked outside.
There was a threat to him, his people, his land, and he had to garner information to combat that peril.
“Very well,” he said coldly, turning back to face the bloodied man. “Tell me what happened to Tasha’s Pack?”
“Who’s Tasha?” the rogue asked a moment before his eyes twinkled evilly. “Oh wait, is she that tasty bitch we caught earlier?”
Rafe held himself in check but Jacy nipped the rogue’s thigh and the resulting yelp of pain caused Rafe to feel pleasure he didn’t know he was capable of as he spat out. “Answer the question.”
“All right!” The rogue’s voice rose as Rafe sent another wave of his power to invade him.
“I’m not a patient man,” Rafe advised, his tone cold as ice.
“First, you need to understand I’m not high up on the food chain, so to speak.” The man raised an eyebrow toward Rafe. “The first guy you killed earlier, he would know more than me, that’s for sure but I’ll tell you what I do know.”
Rafe crossed his arms and glowered at the man, sending another shockwave of power to keep him on track.
“Ouch! Will you stop that?”
Rafe merely shrugged, smirking.
“Okay, okay,” the rogue said quickly. “Someone wants land, a lot of land, and they’re prepared to go to any lengths to get it. I’m not sure how they made those
