Sweat slid down the side of Wolf's face, clinging to his skin like ice.
It wasn't often that he got nervous. In fact, he prided himself on staying calm, no matter the situation. But this? This was different.
Because this time, his life was actually on the line.
A loaded gun pointed at your head by a military-trained killer, that kind of thing had a way of rattling even the toughest people.
Should I have told him the truth? Wolf wondered. That Max is in the hospital, recovering? What's the worst they could've done with that information?
But Aron had made it clear.
Do not tell them about Max's condition.
Wolf didn't know why that mattered so much, why keeping that secret was more important than diffusing a dangerous situation, but he'd listened. And now here he was, staring down the barrel of a loaded threat, trying not to choke on the pressure.
Still… how could Chrono possibly know if he was lying?
