"What are you?" I asked, needing him to confirm what we suspected he was.
He refused to answer, so I decided to ask him another question. He looked at the bandage around his wrist where I had bitten him.
"Why are you here?" was my next question.
"You will regret this," he stated.
I needed answers. They had my mate and I wanted her back. He had to give me the answers to my questions. I pressed my lips together as I crossed my arms, trying to figure out if another line of questioning would work.
"Where's the human girl you took?" I asked, keeping the emotions swirling inside of me from appearing on my face. If I allowed him to see my personal interest in the person I was asking about, they could use her against me.
"I didn't take her. I saved her," he merely stated.
"Who did you save her from?" I said, trying to keep the conversation from stalling. The more we spoke, the better chance I had of getting the information I needed from him.
He remained silent for a few moments. I didn't think he was going to answer but he did.
"A rogue was trying to kill her." The disgust was evident in his features.
I hid the pain that sliced through me at his statement. Her blood at the scene had told me she had been injured but hearing him say it out loud hit me again, harder.
"Why are you so interested in a human girl?"
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "We wanted to make sure she was okay."
He studied me for a moment, assessing whether I was being truthful or not.
"She is."
I felt relief. But I wanted her back, safe within the confines of the compound. And then I would finally find out why she had been trying to run away. I would finally have answers.
You might not like her answers. I couldn't think about that now. Later, when I got her back, there would be time for that. I shut that from my mind.
First I needed to concentrate on how I was going to get my mate out safely from a property filled with supernatural creatures with superior strength. What if I couldn't get her out before the wolfsbane wore off and they realized she was a werewolf? Would they harm her?
I couldn't chance it.
Crystal
The next morning I winced as the needle pierced my skin. I pushed the wolfsbane into me before pulling the syringe out.
That would give me a few hours. With growing panic I eyed the leftover vials I had. There were only two left. I calculated that I only had two days to get myself out of the property and away from the Keepers.
I shoved the stuff back into my backpack and inside the closet.
As I turned, my eyes went to the bandage that hung loose over the headboard. I had washed it the night before in the shower hoping it would buy me more time. If the bandage looked cleaned, then Hayden would assume someone else must have changed it for me.
My arm was fine again. My fingers trailed over my unmarred skin where there should still have been wounds.
I hadn't see Hayden again. He had left to go find Flynn, and I hadn't seen him return.
My thoughts went back to my conversation the previous day with Harrison. His message had been clear. I had to keep them and the werewolves a secret. It assured me they still had no idea what I was. They didn't even seem to suspect a thing, and that was how I wanted to keep it.
Last night I had feigned tiredness, so Harrison had sent up food to my room for dinner. There had been no news about Flynn. He had been taken and that was all the Keepers knew. They were still trying to find him.
Now I was afraid to go downstairs without Flynn but I couldn't spend the whole day in the room. I had to eat and I had to think of a way to get Dean out as well.
He is a rogue. I ignored the warning inside my head. It wasn't possible. Something really bad must have happened for him to be separated from the pack.
