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Breed Law gave the Breeds autonomy in matters of security and enforcement, to a point Jonas’s arrivalof the bartender was merely a formality Notice of punisho before the Bureau tribunal once he had his recommendations completed That tribunal elve members, drawn fro body of the Breeds’ society
“Jonas isn’t going to get the information we need here,” Del-Rey murmured as they continued to watch “The city council was in on this, Wolfe”
“We know that” Wolfe nodded as Dash Sinclair sat at his other side, eyes narrowed on the interrogation
From where Anya sat at the side of the small room, she could see each man’s expression The alpha leader of the Felines had relittered rath as he watched
“Don’t iine this will be overlooked, Del-Rey,” Dash spoke up then, his voice cold as he watched the interrogation “Your coya is no less io”
Anya stared at the Wolf Breed, father to the incredible young woued for Anya’s separation fro, but that strength was teh she could sense inside him an awareness that, sometimes, blood had to be spilled
“We’re going to have to deal with the town before we gounchecked In the past days we’ve pulled in enough information on each man to fry the we’re tracking in Raines’s house as well as four other city council ht to prepare a proposal on how to deal with this matter”
Wolfe glanced over at Anya “I hear your coya ordered thatNone of us considered the wos and wraps that were left there, and the fact that the councilno one would be there to collect theenious plan”
Anya’s gaze focused on Del-Rey Male pride was a tenuous thing; she should have thought of that before having any military plan proposed As Brim had told her while Del-Rey slept, she should have waited, presented it to the alpha then to the cabinet rather than ordering one of the soldiers to prepare the proposal
Del-Rey’s lips twitched in alanced at her “She ran Base with the same dedication and commitment that Hope and Faith showed her was her due as they overlooked Haven I have you to thank for approving the tiave her”
Anya sniffed at that Da Wolves and Coyotes A woht their woal
She turned her gaze back to the interrogation, barely restraining a yawn as Jonas Wyatt, the badass of the Bureau of Breed Affairs, asked the bartender again who his contact was and how he received his assignments
“Man, look, I told you,” the bartender sneered “I ain’t no daht”
“You stink of blood, Mr Coley,” Jonas drawled “I have your file; I know you better than you know yourself now You’re one of those disposable little peons But even peons have information, and you will tell me what I want to know”
“Or what, you’ll snarl and growl at me?” Ron leaned forward, his arms braced on the table as his pitted face screwed into lines of disgust “Or you gonna bite me?”