Jane

When Ethan and l arrive at the police headquarters, every eye in the room turns towards us, watching our every move. It’s nothing new. If l thought that the media frenzy had been bad when I was a murder suspect, it was nothing to the chaos now. We can’t set a single foot outside our house without every pack member we encounter staring or wishing us their condolences, and I haven’t been able to look at a television or listen to the radio since this all began, because every word is a reminder of our tragedy.

Thankful Ethan reminded me of our constant audience when I tried to race out of the penthouse without any clothes on – so eager was l to get here. In the end l’ll didn’t put much effort into it, throwing on the first clothes I saw. To think I was once considered fashionable seems almost surreal now, like something from another life.

When we get to the commander’s office, he’s there waiting, a grim expression on his face. “Where did you find her?” Ethan asks without any preamble.

“She was trying to leave the territory. Our guards caught her at one of the road blocks” The older man explained.

“And there was no sign of the pups?”I press, even though I already know the answer. , sounding

“Im sorry” The commander shares, entirely sincere. “| don’t think she’s been around them for a couple of days – there isn’t any scent of them left on her:”

“What does that mean?” l squeak as Ethan’s arm tightens around me. “Did… did she say what she did with them?”

“I waited for you to interrogate her.” The commander answers, “I thought you might pick up on details we wouldn’t, things that could help lead us to the children or at least get her to talk.”

“Thank you.” Ethan nodded, “Where is she now?”

“This way.” The commander instructs, leading us down a long hallways lined with unidentified doors. He stops at the fourth door and pushes inside, revealing a darkened observation room with a large window lining wall. It’s exactly like the interrogation scenes l’ve seen in shows and movies, with a huddle of investigators watching through the window as an interviewer sits across from Eve on the other side.

The crowd moves aside when we enter, and Ethan and I move to stand in front of the glass. I can feel Ethan’s rage boiling over at the mere sight of the she-wolf, and his hands are so tense on my body it’s almost painful. Still, I don’t object, he needs to hold onto something right now to stop from crashing through the glass and attacking her, and l appreciate his strength.

Neither Eve, nor the interrogator say a word, not until the commander knocks on the glass, seeming to give the man a signal to proceed with the interview. He doesn’t move an inch, but his voice travels to us through a speaker on the wall, “Where are the pups.”

“1 don’t know.” Eve sneers, crossing her arms over her ch3st. “I didn’t have anything to do with this.”

your lover

of horror and disbelief crosses

lying. He would never turn on

The interviewer insisted. “If you didn’t think he was going to turn you in, why did

started, cutting herself off mid sentence when she realized she was falling for

what?” The man

then why aren’t they home by now? Why did their scent just disappear outside of some

strained pause she bursts out. “Yes, all right!

those trash bins were toppled, why her blood was on the street. They threw them in her path to slow her

she doesn’t have them, who does?” I fret, clutching him

interrogation room, the office is already asking Eve this very question. “Where’s

don’t know.”‘ She replied snippily, “I don’t exactly frequent that neighborhood, we were on some dirty street somewhere and they knocked me down. I tried

you think she’s telling the truth?”l

hook her up to a polygraph,” The commander offers. “But they aren’t without their

orders. “I don’t trust her

hour later the commander returns with a printed report covered in squiggled lines, one which makes

slightly, but none of this is comforting. “Then where are

and exchanges a meaningful look with Ethan. “What?

consider the possibility that someone

in the pack hunting for them for days, we’ve put our best scent hounds on it, the fact that we haven’t been able to find a single clue… well, I suspect it’s because

about this ?” l ask Ethan, feeling

confesses. “But we didn’t have enough information… I didn’t want

what? They were kidnapped – again?” I

Why wouldn’t they be

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