Derek’s POVZeal and I were making our way back from the pack clinic, our steps slow and dragged as we were both exhausted from the activities of the last forty-eight hours. The scent of antiseptic and herbs that still clung to our clothes clashed with the cool dusk air as we approached the packhouse.“How’s the rogue?” I asked in a low tone.Zeal folded his arms, keeping his voice just as low as mine. “He’s still refusing to speak. He hasn’t uttered a word since we captured him,” he said. “I had the healers clean up his wounds so we don’t lose him, thinking he would get talking once he is better, but he’s locked his mouth tighter than a damn vault.”“That won’t work for me,” I replied, grinding my teeth. “I need to speak with him myself and see how long he will be able to hold back.”Zeal nodded. “I knew it would get to this.”We kept walking in silence for a while before I went on to break the silence again. “Have you seen Fiona?” I asked casually, trying not to sound too possessive
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