My rage flared again. This was insulting. They thought they could defy me. They thought they could protect their secrets.
"So, you refuse to speak?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm. "You choose silence? You choose death?"
Still, nothing. Their fear was like a wall. A wall of secrets.
My eyes found Peter. He was a strong wolf, loyal to me from the start. "Peter," I said, my voice like iron. "Come forward."
Peter stepped forward, his face grim but ready. He knew what I was going to ask.
"George," I said, looking at the Beta, who flinched. "You have always been Mark’s dog. You have always barked for him. You have always done his dirty work. You were with him five years ago. You will speak. Or you will teach them a lesson."
George’s eyes widened. He knew. "Alpha, please!" he begged, h
