"I think it's best if we keep him weakened."
Curtis considered my words before shaking his head slightly.
"I have no idea what we are dealing with here," he said, looking unsure, which didn't happen often.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"I gave him enough to knock out a large animal. I have no idea how much to give him to just keep him weakened."
I rubbed my chin while I thought. To get answers, I needed him awake. Sedating him would serve no purpose other than keeping him safely imprisoned.
"Is there something else we could use?" I asked, trying a different approach.
"I don't know." He shrugged.
"I need something we can use to keep him weakened but awake."
"Give me a couple of hours and I'll see what I can come up with," he said. I nodded.
When I opened the door, I saw Bay standing close to the bars, silently staring at the prisoner. For once his hard features were free from hatred. There was a curiosity as he silently watched her. At the sound of my entrance, the moment between the two was broken and Bay turned to face me hurriedly.
"You okay?" I asked, scanning her features. I knew her well and in the few minutes I had left her in the room, something had happened. She looked ruffled.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" My eyes took in every feature in her face.
The hatred was back in his eyes when I looked over at him. For a minute there was a strained silence.
"What's your name?" I asked.
He didn't answer right away. It took a couple of moments for him to say, "Flynn."
"Flynn," I echoed.
It was a start; I had a name for him. "Are you going to tell me what you are?"
He pressed his lips together, unwilling to answer my question.
"It's not like we don't have some idea." I crossed my arms. "It would be more like confirming it."
Bay watched from beside me.
"So you stupid mutts have finally figured it out."
I growled at him at the use of the insult. I narrowed my eyes at him, not allowing my anger to flow freely. He would be of no use to me dead.
"Watch it," I warned him, flexing my hands to control the need to hit him. He lifted his chin defiantly. "You're not that different from us."
"Don't liken my kind to yours." There was an undercurrent of a threat in his voice despite being behind bars.
I studied him, trying to figure out how to approach the next part. Fighting with him wasn't the point of this conversation. I needed to get as much information about him and his kind as I could. The more I learned, the better our chances of getting Crystal out of there alive.
"Werewolves heal quickly, like you do. We are both more powerful than humans."
"That means nothing."
"Those aren't the only common traits we share."
