Alexander
“We can’t kill him yet,” I told my uncle. “You know there’s more to the story than we’ve been able to uncover so far. We need to find out the whole truth before we can kill Fiona’s father. We need to know who else was involved first, before we make any moves.”
He leaned back and folded his arms over his chest. “Are you suggesting we capture him alive and interrogate him?”
“No. You can’t expect an Alpha to break under torture, Conrad. Honestly. He would give us nothing, and we’d just have a big mess on our hands.”
My uncle was not always so irrational and impatient. But as much as I, myself, had grown more eager for revenge every day since I learned of my mother’s unexplainable death, so too had Uncle Conrad been growing increasingly anxious to avenge his sister. But we n
