Dante's POV I stood before the two traitors in the interrogation room, my hybrid nature barely contained beneath the surface of my human form. Red bled continuously into my vision, the color tinting everything as the beast inside me demanded blood and vengeance for the betrayal that had cost us so much. Sarah, the kitchen worker, was crying and begging for mercy from the moment she was dragged into the room and forced into one of the metal chairs bolted to the concrete floor. Her wrists were secured with restraints strong enough to hold a shifted wolf, and tears streamed down her face as she looked at me with the terrified eyes of prey that knew it was about to die. "Please, Alpha, please," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I didn't want to do it, they threatened my family, they said they'd kill my sister if I didn't cooperate, I had no choice." But Jackson, secured in the chair beside her with similar restraints, remained defiant despite the evidence of the beating he'd
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