justin and I had a nice, relaxing night. We cuddled all night, ate dinner, and had some popcorn. We only made it halfwaythrough the fourth Harry Potter before we had both fallen asleep. It was nights like this that I enjoyed and appreciated. Icannot remember the last time that I had a night where I was completely relaxed and not worried about something.Truthfully, I think the last time was before my I8th birthday, before the attack. I was usually carefree and happy before Iturned I8. After all, I was considered the pack princess, a name that I embodied well. Ever since the attack, I always felt thatsomething bad was going to happen and ruin my mood. I was constantly looking behind my back. It was like I was waiting forthe other shoe to drop.
I have learned from past experiences when something is going well, then expect the other shoe to eventually drop. Usuallywhen that shoe does decide to drop, it is never in my favor.
I am scared of what we have to look forward to. I am scared of the challenges and roadblocks that we may be forced to face,but as I stare at Justin while he sleeps, I realize that I can do anything with him by my side.
My father has asked me to attend his interrogation today of the prisoner that we had taken from the rogue attack. My dadhas been down there multiple times a day, trying to get the guy to break, but he is refusing.
Normally, he would not let me in to interrogate rogues, but there was an incident a few years back when I was I7 and I endedup in the interrogation cell in the dungeon, looking for my dad. The rogue had said some unsavory things to me and I sort ofsnapped on him. Unfortunate for him, my father had left out some of the t*****e devices and I showed him what it is likefreq with a member of the Frost family.
My father had momentarily left the room, so that he could be briefed by one of the rogues guards, so you can only imaginehis shock when he came back to find me using the thumb screw on his rogue.
He asked if I wanted to try interrogating the bastard and see if i could get the information from the him...I agreed. Dad said itwas okay as long as mom never found out what he allowed me to do. Apparently, before mom and him had kids, they had anagreement that their children would never be subjected to some of the darker parts of being Alpha before they were I8. Forthe most part, he had stuck with that rule. Michael didn't begin taking part in the darker aspects of the Alpha role until hewas I8 and Elijah still hasn't taken part in it. He said his Luna would have his balls if he broke his promise, so it was kept asecret until I was I8 and then no one cared that I was interrogating prisoners. Even though, we rarely had prisoners, so I didnot think it was going to be a super big deal with mom.
That first rogue I interrogated took a while to spill his secrets. I was with him for a total of I0 hours, which according to myfather was probably a record broken because it usually took a couple of daysâ time to break some of the rogues. I thenbecame a fan of using medieval t*****e devices, which, you know, now that I think about, is probably some sign that I amtruly and utterly psychotic.
Oh well. At least I can admit that I am psychotic, even if itis only a little bit.
I never really thought of myself as one to enjoy torturing others, but that rogue really pissed me off. I was having a bad dayand he was just the icing on the cake, so I took matters into my own hands.
That day I learned even Skye had a dark side, a side even darker than mine.
I glanced over at Justin's sleeping form, debating whether I should wake him up and let him know I needed to go dosomething or if I should just leave and leave a note for him.
I know that if I wake him up, he is going to insist that he goes with me, since the doctor told him that he could get dischargedtoday, as long as all his tests came back normal.
I decide against waking him up. I do not need him coming with me. This is not a side of me that he needs to see or shouldeven want to see. On the bright side, he has not marked me yet, so he is unable to feel my emotions through the bond. Hecan only get slight inklings if I am in trouble, but he will not be able to feel the glee I get from torturing answers fromsomeone.
âKataleya, are you coming? Michael linked me.
âIam. I am about to get dressed and head to the dungeons. I was contemplating whether I should wake Justin, but I havedecided to let him sleep. He does not need to see this side of me. Shit, I do not even like Oliver being able to see this side ofme. Is James and his father going to be there?â
James will be, but his dad has other important business to attend to!
Typically, it is traditional for all the rank members to attend interrogations of rogues or prisoners. We generally have oneguard with us as well, as a precaution. Usually, the Luna and sometimes the Beta and Gamma females attend interrogations,but not always. It used to be a rule that my great-great-great grandfather had and none of the other Alphas and their Lunasthought to have the rule changed, until my mother took the role of Luna. She had spoken up and reminded my father thatnot all women are fond of watching men get their insides ripped to pieces or submerged in monkshood.
My dad told me that the first time my mom witnessed someone getting tortured, she was pregnant with Michael, and shecould not handle it at all. She lost her lunch all over my father and Beta Damien. Dad was not happy. So, when momapproached him about changing the rule, he was all too happy to oblige with what she wanted.
Plus, I always thought it was slightly barbaric to force the ranked females of the pack to watch interrogations. Why makethem watch something they had no interest in? Not only that, but my mom was pregnant during her first interrogation, so herstomach was weaker than it normally would have been.
My mom has always been what I consider to be the âperfectâ Luna. She is caring and compassionate, tender and loving. Mostof all, she prefers to take care of the pack. She loves doing the tasks that involves watching over the members of the packand listening to their concerns and coming up with a way to solve their problems. My mom will attend training, mostmornings, but she prefers not to have to fight, if it is not needed. She has never been a fan of fighting or blood. Not onlythat, but dad is quite protective of her and prefers if she just stays out of harm's way, which is why you will usually never seemy mom at a fight. Dad would flip his shit if she even tried.
Ironically, everyone thought he would treat me the exact same way that he treats his Luna, but he doesn't. The pack thoughtthat because I was his only female daughter, especially once they announced Elijah would be their last child, he would treatme like I was a glass slipper that was bound to break at the drop of a hat, which is how he treats mom. With me, though, heis quite different. Being the âpack princessâ has not changed anything for me. He has always been equally as hard on me,sometimes harder, than what he is with my brothers. He has never once tried to stop me from doing something that manywould consider to be unladylike. The only thing being the âpack princessâ has gotten me is occasionally out of trouble, whichI hate to admit, sometimes I got into a lot of trouble, but never as much as Elijah did. Dad always did say Elijah was causinghis hair turn prematurely grey.
I finally arrived at the packhouse and I headed around to the back where the âdungeonsâ were located.
We called it the dungeons, but it does not actually look like a dungeon. It is a small building about I,000 feet behind thepackhouse. It has guards placed around the entire perimeter and the entire placed is covered with state-of-the-arttechnology. We use regular security cameras and some infrared cameras too. Inside, the building has been modernized. Itlooks like what the humans would use for their maximum-security prisons. I walked about Joshua, who is one of the prisonguards on duty, nodding my head towards him.
âGood morning, Alpha, your father is waiting for you in interrogation 2A," he said to me as I entered the passcode andscanned my hand for entry. I nodded my head in acknowledged, walking inside and heading towards the interrogation room.I walked into the room and saw everyone was waiting behind the double-sided glass.
âAbout time,â Michael commented.
I flipped him the middle finger and went to stand by my dad.
âKataleya, you are leading the interrogation this time. So far, we have only been able to get a name out of him. Carmichael.That's it. He is very tight-lipped. We have used the thumb screw, monkshood, mountain ash, and silver. None have worked.Now it is your turn. He has not eaten since lunch yesterday. He has had water and that is it, but it has been barely enoughwater to sustain him. I will be in the room with you and so will Oliver. Everyone will be waiting and watching behind the glassunless you decide that you need someone. Yes, Oliver has assured me that he can handle what you put prisoners through. Ishowed him some of your interrogation videos."
âUnderstood, Alpha,â I responded, while nodding my head.
We walked into the interrogation room and the prisoner was hanging on the wall opposite of us. His arms and legs spreadapart.
âWell, look what the cat finally dragged in"