Marla watched the man's eyes snap open. He growled and tried to break free, but his hands were tied.
He tried to shift — nothing happened.
"You must be stupid," Thessa said, sitting with her legs on the table and picking weeds. "Attacking someone in a witch's house."
The man looked scared. He clearly didn't know they were witches.
"Seralyn told us everything," Marla said. "Where is your beta?"
The man stayed quiet.
Thessa nodded at Marla. Marla put something in his mouth. He spit it out quickly. The two women laughed.
"Let's try again," Thessa said. "Where is your beta? Did he send you?"
"Yes," the man said, surprised at himself. "He is in the Vargorath camp. With the alpha."
Marla leaned in, eyes narrowing. "In the camp? Why?"
The man's jaw twitched. He tried to fight it, tried to hold the words back, but the truth-moss Marla had slipped on his tongue was too strong.
"All the packs… all the packs are moving to the king's camp," he said.
