Darius stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the leader of the prisoners—a large wolf with a thick beard and bloodshot eyes. He was the one who had led the ambush in the meadow, and he was the one who would know the most about Lyall’s plans.
The wolf glared up at Darius, his lips curling into a sneer despite the bruises that covered his face. “You think you can break me?” the wolf spat, his voice thick with defiance. “You’re wasting your time.”
Darius’s expression didn’t waver. He didn’t even flinch at the wolf’s words. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence towering and intimidating. “I don’t need to break you,” Darius said quietly, his voice like ice. “I just need the truth. And you’re going to give it to me.”
The wolf laughed, though the sound was hollow and weak. “I’ll never betray L
