Brunt licked his lips, seeming to realize this wasn’t an interrogation that would allow him to play mind games. He’d been brought here to be tortured and killed, nothing more—or so he thought, thanks to Dante’s plan.
It was a fucking good plan, in Roni’s opinion. Dante had pointed out that interrogating didn’t always involve threats. Noah Brunt was very intelligent, and he liked control. He would have stupidly thought he could control the interrogation—that he could play them all like they were puppets because he was too important for them to simply kill him, considering what information he had. Dante had known that the only way he would volunteer that information was if it was on his own terms, if he was trying to prove himself valuable.
“You don’t want to kill me,” Brunt croaked.
“Really?” drawled Dante. “Why is that?”
“I know things.”
“We know things too.”
The wolf laughed. “There’s so much you don’t know. You think it’s simply a website for people to share their vids. It’s not.” He paused, shaking his head. “The jackals’ victims aren’t always random.”
“We know.” Marcus ensured he sounded bored and unimpressed. “Lyle Browne’s often paid to target certain people.”
“But you don’t know who hires him often,” said Brunt, gloating again.
“Someone from the council.” That came from Ryan. “It’s the perfect way to dispose of shifters or packs that draw too much attention.”
Stunned, Brunt stared at Ryan. “How do you know? Only Lyle and I knew that. Not even the rest of the council knows.”
“Wild guess.”
Roni cursed herself for not thinking of it. The council wanted peace above all else—particularly to avoid the attention of humans—so it would make sense for one of them to utilize Lyle’s talents. Well, it was a good thing they hadn’t gone to the council with what they’d found. It would have made them next on their hit list.
Again, Brunt’s eyes glanced at the faces surrounding him, as if searching for a potential ally. They stopped on Roni. “I saw your vid. Did you trace who uploaded it?” A wide smile spread across his face when she didn’t answer—it made her wolf growl. “You didn’t, did you?”
Roni gave a dismissive shrug. “There are far bigger things going on than who managed to illegally get ahold of logged evidence.”
“I know who it was. I could tell you. Just like I could tell you where the Scorpio Pack is.”
“In exchange for what, exactly?” asked Dante.
Suddenly, Brunt’s expression hardened. “I want them dead. The jackals. I want them all dead.”
Trey frowned. “Why would you want them dead?”
“Does it matter?”
“It does if you expect us to believe you. It makes no sense for you to betray them—they’ve been feeding your sick little kink.”
“They killed Margo.”
Playing dumb, Dante said, “Who’s Margo?”
Brunt’s gaze seemed far away. “She was different. She loved me.”
No, thought Roni, the human had cared for who she thought Brunt was.
“They tortured and murdered her just last night—even sent me a picture.” His upper lip curled back in anger and distaste.
Marcus spoke then. “Why would they go after this Margo person?”
“She talked to the extremists about me, about our relationship. She was safe until she did that. They punished her. I want them dead.”
“You always want someone else to do your dirty work,” muttered Derren.
Ignoring him, Brunt concentrated on Dante. “I’m not stupid, and I’m not delusional. You’re not going to free me. You want me as dead as I want the jackals. But I want this over with quickly and cleanly. Agree to make my death quick, and I’ll tell you where the Scorpio Pack is and who uploaded the video evidence.”
Marcus smiled. Yes, Noah Brunt was indeed smart. He knew he’d have to make his offer damn attractive if he wanted a swift death from a bunch of wolves eager to make him pay for targeting pups and mates.
Dante exchanged a look with Trey and Nick before nodding. “Done.”
Brunt nodded. “They’re two hours away from here, by the old fairground exclusive to shifters—the one a pride of lions destroyed in a war with the owners.”
“And the shifter who uploaded the vid?” prompted Marcus.
It was Roni he looked at when he revealed, “Nolan Richards.”
Nick looked at her. “That’s our old Alpha’s son. The asshole who practically led the campaign to alienate you from our old pack.”
Yep, and Roni was totally and utterly fucking pissed. Hadn’t he caused her and her family enough damn problems? Any other time, she might have ranted and raved. Not now, though. Because while she had a true monster like Noah Brunt before her, it made Nolan seem like a cute, fuzzy kitten that shot golden nuggets out of his ass. She’d save the ranting for when it was all over. Then she’d get even, like she always did.
“So,” said Dante, glancing at the wolves around him. “Who goes first?”
Taryn spoke for the first time. “Before you boys get started, I’d like a few minutes with this piece of shit.”
As the female unleashed her claws and prowled toward him, Brunt struggled against the bonds. “Now wait a minute. You agreed to make this quick.”
Dante puffed out a long breath. “Make it quick . . . that’s such a loose term. I mean, ‘quick’ could mean anything really. Relative to whatever time frame a person has in mind, it could be seconds, minutes, hours, days—even weeks.”
Nick’s smile was dark. “We intend to give you exactly what you deserve.”
“And since we won’t be attacking the jackals until tonight,” began Marcus, “that gives us all day to play with you.”
Brunt moved his gaze to Roni, as if expecting her to speak up on his behalf since he’d revealed Nolan’s name, but she shrugged at him. “You can’t expect mercy from shifters whose pups and mates were endangered. But I’m sure you can understand that. After all, that’s your motto, isn’t it? Show no mercy.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN