I kicked him again.
By the time the last warrior finished his testimony, I had a headache, an empty stomach, and a considerably better understanding of just how f****d up Kyan's pack had been.
The evidence was consistent.
All eleven had participated in the attack, but none had been involved in planning it. Kyan and his Beta had issued the orders, selected the targets, and threatened anyone who refused. Both were dead now, which was convenient for them and considerably less convenient for the rest of us.
Marcellus had verified the relevant memories under Council authorization, although he'd complained bitterly about having to limit his examination to the events surrounding the attack.
Apparently, he'd been hoping to discover everyone's embarrassing secrets while he was in there.
Dante
