42. Irvine

The Hunters had access to weapons that could seriously injure him, but all Jax could see were handmade traps or antiquated weapons. He’d easily overpowered the kid and tied him up on one of the pillars that separated the lounge from the dining area.

A rookie. Not important enough to the Hunters to know all the details, but the details of any missions he went on the past few weeks would help.

If the kid talked.

He threw an old crossbow across the lounge and looked back at the Hunter. His blood was pouring out of all the places he had clawed him. He would bleed out if he didn’t get help, but the kid’s lips remained sealed.

Maybe it was part of their training. He’d have thought facing death would change his mind.

“Do you even know what you’re fighting for?” he growled as he stalked the kid.

He picked up the knife the kid threw at him after his gun ran out of silver bullets. It was wider than a butcher’s knife and a little rusty. The same strange smell came from it, the same one on th