Chapter 91

Prescott's POV

The door opened, and the guards stepped aside, allowing me to enter. As I crossed the threshold, my gaze fell on the final captive, who was staring at me with eyes wide with fear.

The captive's eyes were like saucers, his pupils dilated in fear. His body was tense as if he were ready to flee at the slightest provocation. It was clear that he was petrified, and I knew I had to tread carefully if I wanted to get anything from him.

I walked a little deeper into the room and turned around to face the pack’s guards who had escorted me to the interrogation room. “Did he say anything regarding who Eruba is?” my eyes were on the two guards as I stopped by the window.

The two hesitated for a while, staring at one another for a while before they decided to speak.

“No. Not at all, Your Majesty!” they chanted in unison.

My teeth gritted in a fit of obvious anger as I grabbed the curtains. “Ahh, I see,” I growled, swiftly turned my back on them pushed the curtains aside before shutt