Thornak did not move.
"A traitor," Thornak repeated calmly. "Why do you say so."
Falcrix's chest heaved. The truth moss burned on his tongue. He tried to shake his head, tried to fight it — but the words forced their way out.
"I betrayed my pack," he said hoarsely. "I betrayed the king."
Gasps rippled through the camp. Alpha Theron took a slow step back, disbelief written clearly across his face.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice low and controlled. "Falcrix… have you gone mad?"
Falcrix's shoulders sagged. His fight was gone.
"I fed information to the Red Hand," he admitted. "Patrol routes. Supply paths. The Alpha tells me everything… and I pass it on to them."
Thornak's eyes stayed cold.
"How long will the truth serum last?"
"About an hour," Thessa answered.
"Take this scum away," Thornak said. "Get everything out of him."
Ruvan nodded and signaled the guards. They dragged Falcrix away as he hung his head in shame.
