Chapter 70

*Andrew*

I stared at the phone in my hands, wondering whether or not to send the information to Azize. Two days had passed since we had each gone our separate ways with our missions to accomplish, but something about all this was gnawing at me. Something didn't fit here.

The man lying chained to the large metal grate groaned, waking up once again from the slumber I had sent him into. I didn't want to knock him out, but his terrifying screams and cries for help could cause us unnecessary problems and bring people to me that I preferred to avoid in the current situation.

The guy looked exactly like the described gamma. He had all the traits described by Poppy and his mate, including the mark of belonging to the Larch Groove Pack and the dove tattoo above it, but his behavior was far from how I imagined someone forced to cooperate. He was not grateful for the rescue, no, quite the opposite; with a murderous look, he threw himself at me several times, trying to break free and return to hi