Dead After Dark (Companion #6.5)(9)

He’s an animal.

No doubt he’d kill her in a heartbeat. She knew that with every part of herself and yet . . .

She cringed as Fury howled in pain.

An instant later, Oscar came outside toward her and the fire they’d made. Without a word, he walked past her and manifested an iron pole.

Frowning, she watched as he placed it in the fire. “What are you doing?”

“I thought a little branding might loosen his tongue.”

A wave of nausea went through her.

Dare came outside the tent with the same look of disgust on his face. “I say you should ram it up his ass until he talks.”

Oscar laughed.

Horrified, she didn’t move until they started back with the poker in hand. “No!” she said sternly.

Oscar angled it at her. “Get out of the way.”

“No,” she repeated. “This is wrong. You’re acting like one of them.”

Dare’s expression was stern and cruel. “We’re protecting our people.”

But this wasn’t protection. This was all-out cruelty. Unable to bear it, she tried another tactic. “Let me question him.”

Dare frowned. “Why? Like you said, he won’t say anything.”

She gestured toward the tent as she tried to keep her anger under control. “You’ve been beating on him for hours, and it’s gotten us nowhere. Let me try another approach. What will it hurt?”

Oscar put the poker back into the fire. “I need to eat anyway. You have until I finish, and then I’m going to try my way again.”

Repulsed by them both, Angelia turned around and headed into the tent. The sight of Fury on the floor stopped her dead in her tracks. Still in human form, he was naked with his hands tied at an awkward angle behind his back. Another rope held his legs tied together. He was covered with bruises and cuts to the point that she could barely recognize him.

The fact that he was this wounded and in human form had to be excruciating for him. Anytime they were wounded, they reverted to their natural form. For her it was human. For Fury . . .

He was a wolf.

Trying to keep that in mind, she knelt by his side.

He growled threateningly until he looked up and met her gaze. The pain and torment in those dark turquoise eyes made her wince. And as she dropped her gaze, she saw the scar on his chest. The wound where she’d stabbed him.

Guilt tore through her over what she should never have done.

“Why don’t you just finish the job,” he said, his tone hostile and deadly.

“We don’t want to hurt you.”

He laughed bitterly. “My wounds and the glee they had in their eyes when they gave them to me tells me a different story.”

She brushed the hair back from his forehead to see a vicious cut that ran along his brow. Blood poured from his nose and lips. “I’m sorry.”

“We’re all sorry for something. Why don’t you be an animal for once and just kill me?” He glared at her. “You might as well. I’m not going to tell you shit.”

“We need to know what happened to the lion.”

“Go to hell.”

“Fury—”

”Don’t you f*cking dare use my name. I’m nothing but an animal to all of you. Believe me, all of you made it more than clear to me four hundred years ago when you beat me close to death and then dumped me out to die.”

“Fury—”

He barked at her like a wolf.

“Would you stop?”

He continued making wolf noises.

Sighing, Angelia shook her head. “No wonder they beat you.”

Baring his teeth in true canine fashion, he growled, then woofed. There was nothing human in the sound or his demeanor.

Angelia stepped back.

The moment she was away from him, Fury slumped on the ground and stopped making any sounds at all. He lay completely still.

Was he dead?

No, his chest was still moving. She could also hear his faint breathing. As she watched him, her thoughts turned to the past. To the young man she’d once been friends with. Even though he was younger than her by four years, there had been something about him that had touched her.

Where Dare had always been arrogant and bossy, Fury had held a vulnerability that had made her protective of him. More than that, he’d never treated her as inferior. He’d seen her as a partner and confidant.

“I’ll be your family, Lia.” Those words haunted her. It had been Fury’s vow to her once he’d learned that her family had been killed by the Katagaria—by his own father’s pack. “I won’t ever let the wolves hurt you. I swear it.”

Yet she’d stood by this morning while they’d tortured him relentlessly.

It’s nothing compared to what you did the last time you saw him.

It was true. She hadn’t stood by him then either, and he’d been beaten a lot worse than this.

“Fury,” she tried again. “Tell me what we need to know, and I promise you this will stop.”

He lifted his head up to pin her with a furious glare. “I don’t betray my friends.”

“Don’t you dare say that to me. I was protecting my people when I attacked you.”

He let out a disbelieving snort. “From me? They were my people, too.”