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CHAPTER SIX | EZRA POV
I loosened the collar of my shirt and unbuttoned the first few studs. The humidity down here is almost suffocating, sweat beaded my skin and nearly drenched my shirt.
Before me sat a pitiful being. It's head hung low, with a heaving chest. It's limbs littered with lacerations from the past interrogation sessions.
After all this torture, It still refused to crack.
From my peripheral vision Troy eyes me with a raised brow. Troy Rodriguez is a trusted member of our council and our right hand since we were pups.
Well, Beta? She's not cracking and it's been a week. He mind-linked to me.
My eyebrows creased together, weighing the pros and cons.
My body jitters restlessly and I strive to maintain my exterior to focus on the task at hand. But how can I?
My mate is here, injured.
The being finally lifts it's head and begins sniffing.
"Wendigo," I call.
The Wendigo's body stiffens but finally looks up; we lock eyes. At first glance, she looks human. Most monsters do.
After seeing them so often it became easier to differentiate.
"That's a different smell," She mutters with a small smirk.
I clench my teeth at her remark and ignore it and Troy's quizzical gaze.
"How did you breach our first wall?" I ask, lowly. My patience thinning by the minute.
It blatantly ignores me and cocks her head to the side, "Something smells delectable, If I answer will I get a bite?"
A loud ringing resounds in my head, my surroundings become quiet as if everything paused.
She's referring to our mate. My wolf snarls. Silence It.
Gladly. I growl in agreement, as I feel my canines begin to elongate.
"Ezra-," Troy begins, but his voice quickly phases out as my focus lazered onto the Wendigo.
All I see is red. One second I was standing beside Troy, and the next I had my hand wrapped around a throat with erratic, frenzied movements attempting to evade my grip.
"Ezra!" Troy calls once again, in attempts to bring me back.
But it's too late.
The room resounds with the crunch of it's neck snapping in my grip, before the room fell into silence.
I release my grip and immediately the body limply falls onto the prison floor with a hard thump.
Troy releases a long sigh as he brought a hand up to massage his temples. "Ryder will not like this." He mutters, eyeing the mess I've made.
"I don't give a damn, we went long enough without any information. There was no point in keeping it here any longer." I scowl, making my way towards the stairway exit.
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