“Don’t you find that strange?” His eyes drifted to his brother. “It’s too clean…expensively clean.”
“What are you implying?”
“I think you know,” Hym said, walking to the bunk bed in the corner. He lifted the mattress sniffing it. He used all his senses, allowing his wolf to rise.
Don’t take over, he warned.
He wasn’t sure if it listened to him, but he felt a little in control as he sifted through the scents in the room. He stopped when he scented something metallic. He turned the mattress over.
And something silver stuck out from within the mattress. Hym pulled it out.
“What’s that?” Tarymn asked.
Before he could say anything, there was a sound behind them. Hym pocketed the sliver of metal and turned to the sound.
Large guards blocked the door. They parted, letting someone through.
Hym stared at the impeccably dressed alpha. He had an air of authority and something else that put him on edge.
He narrowed his eyes at him.
“Master Tarymn, I didn’t expect to see one of the council members here,” he said, his eyes roaming the cell to settle on Hym, "since I’m due to give my report about what happened here to the council of alphas tomorrow.”
Tarymn winced.
Hym moved towards his brother, but he stopped him.
“I know, Master Rosh. But that doesn’t mean the council can’t do its due diligence,” he said smoothly.
“With your brother?” Master Rosh’s eyes bore into him.
“Yes. He works for Alpha Force. They’re investigating the attempt on our alpha king. They found a connection with this case and need more evidence.”
“I see. He’s one of those aggressive ruffians,” the alpha sniffed haughtily, his eyes drifting away, dismissing him.
Motherfucker, Hym swallowed a growl, his wolf rising. He balled his hands, holding him at bay.
He wished he could let him go and rip into the alpha.
No one insulted his team.
“Right. We’ll be on our way,” Tarymn said, walking to the door.
He glanced at him as if he could sense he was ready to go off.
Hym allowed his alpha scent to thicken, filling up the room. The guards froze, wincing as one.
Hym didn’t wait for them to recover; he stepped close to Master Rosh on his way out the door.
He watched in satisfaction as the alpha flinched.
“You just had to,” Tarymn grumbled.
Hym ignored him and got into the pod. He pulled the piece of silver out of his pocket.
“What is that?” he asked, drifting out of the parking dome. “Looks like a piece of something.”
“Yeah, flaming blades tend to break off when they burn too high," Hym turned it over in his hand. “Do you know how he was murdered?”