I growled, stepping away, and pulled out my bag from underneath the table they’d set up for me. The room was filled with brothers that had been here the longest—all whispering and watching, waiting for the typical show I brought down upon the scum of the supernatural world.
I wanted to keep this short, however. I had a mate to get back to.
I pulled out a neatly wrapped rag and slung it onto the table. Various knives and tools of different sizes waited for me there. I pulled the metal plyers, clinking them together several times before approaching. The fae curled his fingernails beneath his palm, shaking his head.
“I can’t tell you! They’ll kill me!”
“Funny, that’s what we are going to do to you,” Locke drawled, stepping away while I gripped the tied arm against the chair. “We can make it less painful, however, if you talk.”
My thumb claw pierced his skin. He screamed, his frosted hair melting as I pulled each nail slowly from his right hand. The blue pointed claws clinked into a silver tin I left on his lap.
Blood dripped to the floor, his screams dwindling as he became used to the pain. I picked up one nail, handing it to Locke.
“Huh, guess they are naturally blue, huh, Grim?”
I shook my head, trying to hold my grin while I gripped the other hand.
Screams of protest shot into my ear, my wolf holding in the grimace as we pulled again. As we finished, I pulled the hot iron from the stove nearby. Wolves shuddered, watching me press the iron to each of his raw fingertips.
“Fuck!!! Just kill me!!” he yelled.
But I hadn’t gotten to the good part yet.
My wolf howled in laughter.
It felt good to see his pain, pain that was nothing compared to what my Journey had gone through. She had been through hell and back, and I didn’t know the details as of yet, but I would know soon. Killing this piece of trash that trafficked women was just the tip of the iceberg. I planned on killing every single one of the bastards that were part of the operation.
“Will you speak now?” The fae could only nod, a smirk coming to Locke’s lips. “Where is the next party?”
“A warehouse in Clarks,” he breathed. “It’s unmarked. It’s next to a boat rental company that uses it for part storage. It’s small, but they have some witches using expanding spells this time.”
Expanding spells to make the inside larger. A great deal of magic would have to be used to procure something like that. “Is there Fae Dust being used to accomplish that?”
The fae squirmed in his seat. My hand came down on his shoulder, claws sinking into his shoulder.
“YES!” he cried, trying to rip away from my grasp.
“What about the cam girls? Are there more?”
The fae gritted his teeth, the light blue appearance turning into a sickly gray. “You mean cam girls with benefits?” he grunted, watching the deep blue blood run down his bare torso. “Come on, give me a clean death, no more pain,” he begged.
Locke waved me off.
“Supernaturals watch the cam girls, find one they like. Sometimes even at the party. Then they pay a price for a few hours,” he gasped.
Gripping my fist tightly, my breath grew uneven. Journey had been a cam girl and very well could have been used.
My wolf snarled.
“They are getting rid of the shifters and other supernaturals, only wanting to use humans. You know, cause they can’t fight back. Plus, they are easier to… dispose of if they are too broken to work.”
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my wolf squeezing through the window of my mind. Fury slipped into my veins, my heart beating so strongly I felt it flutter on my cut.
Blinding rage filled my vision, my wolf running toward the light of my eyes. My shirt ripped, my muscles expanding quickly. Taking off my cut, I threw it to the floor.
My jeans became tight, so I pulled them down as quickly as I could and slung them across the room. Arguments on how to deal with me ensued, and my face morphed into the maw I had not seen in ages.
I smiled, feeling the pain rip through my body. The burn, the freedom to feel my wolf that had been caged inside my body for so many years. It was like coming home, feeling my body doing what it was supposed to do all along.
