Lucas' POV
The scent of blood filled the air. Metallic, sharp, it clung to the walls of the dungeon like a thick fog. I stood outside David's cell, the heavy door was slightly ajar. I could already hear his shallow breathing, I could smell the fear coming from him. .
This wasn't the first time I had interrogated a traitor, but this was different. David had been one of my most trusted soldiers, a pack member who had fought for our survival, bled for us. Yet here I was, ready to rip his secrets out piece by piece, to uncover the truth by any means necessary. A truth he was clearly hiding.
Aurelio stood behind me, his face impassive, awaiting my command to begin. I stepped forward, pushing the door open. The hinges groaned, a sound that mirrored the weight of what was about to unfold.