“Or maybe not. Whatever it looks like, I didn’t do this.”
“Oh, you’re innocent? Why didn’t you just say so earlier?”
Aden gritted his teeth. He knew it sounded ridiculous. He should have known someone as narrow-minded as an Argenti agent would scoff at the possibility.
“Why would I want more power?” he tried instead. “I’m already one of the strongest wolves in the region. I’m in control of my shifting. I don’t need to worry about lunar cycles. What do I possibly have to gain from any of this except to draw unwanted attention to myself?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re greedy. Maybe you’re stupid. Maybe you’re just bloodthirsty. But I haven’t seen any evidence that you’re innocent.”
He was close enough that he saw the man’s outline again. Something glinted in his hand. Something metallic. From the way his fingers were positioned, it could only be a gun.