{SHILOH}
Caged.
My wolf wanted to howl in fury, but we both stood against the walls, as far away from the bars as we could get, and waited, silently, for whatever the next move might be.
Irving had me trapped. I doubted this was the end game.
To his credit, the detective seemed frustrated with the whole case. Things didn't make sense, and he'd been willing to let me go except that the chief stepped in and ordered him to hold me.
Maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe it was just because their town wasn't used to murders, and they really did think I was guilty and didn't want to let me go.
That hope was dashed when the door opened and two officers stepped in, their batons in hand and cold smiles on their faces. I knew those officers. Jones and Whalen.
I didn't move as they stopped at the bars and beat their sticks against it. "You like to think you're a tough boy, don'tcha?" Jones taunted. "How tough you feeling now?"
