Page 22 of Wolf Claimed
“With cameras mounted in the room, they should expect it. We’d be crappy agents otherwise.”
He had a point, but that didn’t ease his mind. “Rafe?”
“We wait and see,” Rafe said, knowing exactly what he was asking. Two DSA agents outside the door, two agents inside. Not enough to stop a shifter, let alone three. But that was the last-case scenario.
“Wait for what, precisely?” Tiernan asked.
“I can’t risk the treaty,” Rafe replied. Tiernan didn’t give a fuck about the treaty at this point.
“Rafe’s right,” Lincoln said. “She’s not pack. She’s human. Let them do to her what they want. It’s not worth risking the treaty.”
“That’s not what I said,” Rafe said, though he didn’t take his eyes off the monitors.
“You shifters are all alike,” Kevin said. “You agree to a treaty and then you’re willing to break it when someone you like is at risk. Well, she’s not one of you, and when you find out who she is, you’ll—”
“Shut the fuck up, Kevin,” Nash said, glaring at the agent.
“What do you know about her?” Kingsley asked from the back of the room. The shifter had been waiting for an opportunity to impart some revenge on Rafe since the alpha heir took her from his team.
“Nothing, just watch,” Nash said. “I hear Gallagher’s a top-notch interrogator. He can get secrets out of anyone.”
Tiernan’s fingers dug into the back of a chair as Gallagher circled Artemis.
“We found a folder on Agent Graves’s desk with your codename on it. It was empty. What was in it?”
“I don’t know. My stats probably.”
“Who would care about your stats?”
“Again, I don’t know.”
“You were in there with him, weren’t you? We found bruises on his cheek and jaw. The angle suggests someone shorter.”
“And you assume it’s me? Great investigative work, Gallagher. There are a lot of people here that are shorter than Graves. He was a tall guy.”
He grabbed her hands from behind and inspected her knuckles. “No bruising, but that doesn’t mean anything. You’re trained to know how to punch correctly. And how to kill.”
“I didn’t kill anyone!”
“What’s your real name, Artemis? Your personnel file at the DSA’s headquarters is blank, and that’s unheard of. Someone’s protecting you and I want to know who and why.”
“No one’s protecting me,” she said, her jaw clenched and her eyes practically on fire as she glared at Gallagher.
“Then answer the question,” the agent demanded.
“I’ll answer anything you want about where I was at the time of the murder, but you don’t need to know my name. We have codenames for a reason.”
“No, only you and one shifter have codenames. The rest of the trainees are using their real names. Maybe I should drag that shifter in here, too.”
“I didn’t know him before coming here. If you want to persecute me, take your best shot, but I work alone,” Alyssa said, not looking the least bit intimidated.
“Protective of a shifter. Interesting.”
Tiernan glanced at Maddox, whose eyes were locked on the monitor. He barely blinked, but Tiernan noticed the shifter’s hands clenching and unclenching behind his back. The white wolf had nothing to fear from these humans. Maddox could easily escape them. He was a guard, after all, the best of the best.
“You care about her?” Tiernan asked Maddox, ignoring the other shifters.
“Does it matter? She chose you.”
