Fifty

Cleo’s POV

We had been in the library for over an hour and each one of their questions were beginning to grind on me. I understood they had a job to do but come on! Most of their questions were stupid and an ultimate waste of time. Questions such as where I was born, who raised me and when did I make myself rogue were all things, I’m certain they already knew.

After all, once a pup is born, they are registered within the week just like humans. The only difference being unlike in the human world we have to note everything. Notes are made on hair and eye colour. The date and time we receive our wolf, the date we become mated and the date when you leave. So, for them to ask my mother’s maiden name made absolutely no sense.

“Miss Barton, we are placing you under arrest pending further investigation.”

“WHAT?” The pitch of my voice so much higher as that one sentence caught me off guard.

“Anything more will be discussed at The Ballard. Until cleared you will remain in one of the holding cel