#Chapter 109: The Chase

Darren Charles leaned back in his seat and looked up at us. Slowly, too slowly, he set his glass of whiskey down on the table in front of him and folded his arms across his chest. “And what exactly am I under arrest for?” he asked as calmly as ever. “I have reason to believe that you’re responsible not only for Aria’s coma but also for my sister’s husband’s death,” I said, pulling my shoulders back. “You’re commanded to return to the pack lands to undergo questioning.” “No.” I narrowed my eyes. “It wasn’t a request, Charles,” I retorted. “It was a command. You are coming with us to the pack lands.” And with that, I let my Alpha Voice settle into the air around us. It was a command that he had to heed, a pull that no member of the pack should have been able to resist. I expected him to rise from his seat, his smugness faltering. I expected him to submit, just like everyone did. But Charles didn’t even flinch. Rather, he tilted his head sli