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Paul's pov
The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a single lantern casting shadows across the walls. The captured guard was bound to a chair in the center of the interrogation room, his face pale and slick with sweat. His eyes darted around the room, refusing to meet mine as I stood in front of him.
I couldn't contain the growl that escaped my chest. My wolf was restless, pacing beneath my skin, its fury simmering just below the surface. Every fiber of my being demanded justice,demanded vengeance.
"You betrayed your pack," I said, my voice low and cold, each word a blade cutting through the tension. "You put Pecan in danger. Why?"
The guard flinched, his head snapping up to look at me. His lips trembled as he struggled to form words. "I,I didn't have a choice," he stammered. "They, They promised me power. Gold."
