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I took a step forward, my fangs bared. "You will talk," I said, my voice low and threatening. "Or we'll have to resort to other methods."

Alastor's eyes widened in fear as Max grabbed his injured hand. "We can always wash your wounds with saltwater," Max threatened. "Or perhaps let some of the other wolves here do as they please with you."

Alastor shuddered in pain as Max tightened his grip. "Okay, okay," he finally yielded. "I'll talk."

I took a step forward, eager to hear what Alastor had to say. "Tell us everything you know," I commanded.

"Wendell has been working with human hunters and witches," Alastor said, his voice low and trembling. "They are planning to exterminate the entire wolf race. He's hiding in Fairbanks, in a small underground laboratory. He's working on a serum that will make the wolf race weak and vulnerable."

My blood boiled with anger as I listened to Alastor. "We need to stop him," I said to Max. "I'll talk to Chloe."

As Max left to gather the backpack, I turned