George’s POV
Bound and gagged, we held Cole captive in his own makeshift dungeon. The place gave me the f*****g creeps. If the walls could talk, I shuddered to think about what they would confess. Damian and I both knew that there was no way we could keep Cole from shifting. We don’t have silver with us. Why would we? That s**t burns the hell hound out of you... literally. Neither did we think about bringing wolfsbane. We really didn’t think this through. The only thing that kept him from shifting was the knowledge that we had the upper hand, something we would lose the moment one of his men should enter through that godforsaken door.
“Do you believe him?” I asked Damian, keeping my voice a soft whisper. It was dark and the flickering light didn’t help my eyes to focus, but I knew Damia
