Page 112 of Chasing Savannah

Chapter 36

Three hours.

Three hours they’d questioned the male and still his story hadn’t changed. Someone in their prowl was selling out their secrets. They’d skirted the thin line between torture and interrogation, but Derrick wanted to know who was attacking their prowl, and he’d reached the point where he didn’t care how they got the information.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Savannah’s bloodied clothes. And every time he inhaled the male’s scent, knowing it had covered their mate when she got home, fury blinded him. So, yeah, fuck that guy. Whatever he needed to do to get the information, Derrick would do.

They’d cleared the enforcers out an hour ago, and now sent them back in to keep watch over the male until they could question him again. Stopping Carlos from killing him had been a near thing a few times during the questioning. The Alpha’s panther wouldn’t have been satisfied with anything less than the male’s death.

His panther agreed wholeheartedly.

But, they still needed information from him. Carlos walked from the room, stunned. They had been shocked to find out that it wasn’t Yasim attacking their prowl. The Felix who had sent the men, had chosen well. Nothing had persuaded the male to give up the name of his Alpha. While they didn’t know who it was, they did know who it wasn’t. The whole time he’d been prepared to kill Carlos’ father for coming after their mate and turned out it wasn’t Yasim at all.

“Do you believe him about having traitors in the prowl?” he asked.

Carlos frowned as he considered the question. Derrick had to admire how the Felix pulled the anger back from the prowl link. Having a Zeta seemed to already be working.

“He has to, no way had they got information on our safe houses without someone inside.”

“He still wouldn’t give any information on his Alpha, he was almost taunting us.” Harper commented.

“Give him a few more hours under our care and I don’t doubt we’ll get answers.” Derrick promised. He would make sure of it.

“He smelled familiar to me.” Jeremiah said softly.

“In what way?” Carlos asked.

Jeremiah looked back towards the door. “Family.”

They all frowned in surprise.

“He smells like family?” Harper asked sharply.

Jeremiah shook his head. “Not him per se, but he’s been around our family long enough to carry some of the scent. Perhaps his alpha.”

“What do you want to do about the traitors?” Derrick asked Carlos.

“Put the old prowl enforcers on it.”

Derrick reared back in surprise.

Carlos hummed. “They know the old prowl better than we do, and they will be more objective about the panthers we’ve brought here.”

“It’s not a bad plan. If what Elder Jeremiah says is true, they’d also recognize the familial scent.” Derrick conceded. “What do you want me to do with the others?”

“Take them before the council. Once their alpha gets word that they are in council custody, perhaps he or she will wonder about this one.” Carlos answered.

“So you believe him when he says it’s not Yasim?”

“Yes. No way would Yasim have enough influence with this prowl to have spies. We’ll break him eventually and get his alpha’s name.” Carlos growled.

“And then?”

“Then as I bluffed earlier, we’ll drop his body off to the south, directly off our land. Some where they won’t miss it. It will serve as a warning. We’re willing to play by the rules, up to a certain point.”

Derrick growled, loving the plan. “Done.” He would take a break, and allow the prisoner’s injuries to heal just enough before he began another round of questioning.

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