The White Wolf Chapter 163: The Mouth that Speaks

A knock at the door sounded causing Caspian to stir. Their bodies were still interned together in a comforting embrace. 

He waited a second before removing himself and pulling on his pants. When he opened the door Gabe stood there waiting. 

“The prisoner is waking up,” Gabe told him wasting no time. Like Caspian, he had had little sleep. More than the night before but not much. 

“I’ll be there soon,” Caspian replied before shutting the door. Quickly, he showered and put on jeans and a T-shirt. Slipping on athletic shoes, he was out the door. 

It wasn’t the dungeons Caspian went to but Enzo’s chambers not too far away from his own. His knuckles quickly rasped on the door. 

Enzo opened a moment later in shorts and nothing else. 

Caspian looked him up and down eyeing the mark on his shoulder. “I believe congratulations are in order.” 

A faint tint of pink appeared on Enzo’s cheeks as he tried to hide it by looking away. Caspian smirked at his friend. 

“Thank you.” Enzo said fighting a smile.”

“The eastern kingdom leaves first thing this morning,” Caspian told him. 

“I know. I’m going to challenge -“ Enzo began before Caspian stopped him by holding up his hand. 

“No need. They’ve agreed to let her stay.” Caspian said nonchalantly 

Enzo stepped out shutting the door behind him. “What? How?”

It was a rare occurrence that Enzo was surprised or showed his surprise. 

“I asked nicely. It works wonders.” He said with a smile. 

“They gave her up that easily?” Enzo asked perplexed. After their conversation, Caspain knew he would have to step in by either smoothing over the political relations with the eastern kingdom or preventing them entirely. 

He did not know what he was going to do but sitting there talking to them. The idea dawned on him. He forgot that so many could easily be bought off. With Cynthia’s father’s history that he had briefly read in a report, it was the logical conclusion. 

“By nicely I mean the crown paid her dowry.” The king clarified. 

Realization dawned on Enzo. It was just money. Money was all that mattered. They had no honor. Cynthia had been right. 

“Did you just come to tell me that?” Enzo asked confused as to why the king would come to his chambers in the middle of the night. 

“You don’t think I was too excited to wait to tell you the good news?”

Enzo gave him an unimpressed look. 

“That and the prisoners awake. Get your butt dressed and down to the dungeons.” Caspian said. 

Enzo disappeared into his room and Caspian turned away leaving Enzo’s chambers behind. 

His feet carried him to the dungeons in a fast manner. The palace was not awake yet. The sun had not risen yet. Caspian was not quite sure what time it was but it did not matter he needed answers. 

The dungeons had no sound as its inhabitants slept. He walked through the halls his aura causing those in the cell to shy away from the giver of death that had entered. 

When he got to the prisoner's cell he threw open the door causing the half-groggy prisoner to jump. Gabe waited outside for him. The king was perfectly capable of handling a wounded rogue. 

“Now let’s try this again,” Caspian said in a menacing voice. 

The prisoner's eyes widened. 

“I don’t care about your name. Where you’re from? Or if your mommy loved you enough. I want answers and I’m gonna get them.” Caspian said looking over the tied rogue. 

“Have I made myself clear enough?” Caspian asked. 

The rogue trembled as he nodded. 

“Very good.” Caspian took off the restraints. “If you don’t behave, you’ll get another trip across the room.” By way of flight was left unsaid. 

“Let’s start, shall we? How did you get in the borders.”

The rogue thought before he answered trying to remember “There was someone who told Draxton about the breaks in the patrol.”

“Who?” He did not bother asking about Draxton as he was old news. This new rogue just confirmed the old rogue’s story that had locked up somewhere in here. 

“I don’t know he didn’t say.” 

“Why were you setting off bombs?” Caspian held the restraints in his hands. It was important to understand why they had done what they did. 

Figuring out how they thought would bring them closer to catching them. 

“Create a distraction.” Bombs did tend to do that. However, they sacrificed the lives of children to do so making Caspian angry. 

“For what?” He needed to know what Draxton was after. 

“For Draxton to get what he wants.” Like a worker bee, the rogue seemed to do as he was told. He was no mastermind. 

Caspian sighed “What does he want?” It felt as if they were taking baby steps to get to the answer. 

The rogue's eyes darted around the room “He was looking for someone.” 

“Who?” Caspian’s voice deepened. 

Trying his best to remain calm he did not want to scare him to the point that his mouth quite speaking. Fear could do that at times causing some to tense up and freeze. If that happened, the rogue would be airborne. 

“He didn’t say!” The rogue pleaded. The rogue was probably right. He was just a foot soldier. A dispensable part in whatever Draxton’s plan was. 

“Did he get it?” Caspian questioned. 

“I don’t know.” Most likely having met with Prince Edmund before he regrouped. 

Caspian needs to know where that group was. Where he could find this Draxton and finish it once and for all “Where were you supposed to go after?”

“Return to base camp.” The rogue did not hesitate. An answer he knew. 

“Where is base camp?” Caspian let the restraints fall to the floor causing the rogue to jump. 

“O-Outside of the border-r about a mile north.” He stumbled over himself trying to answer Caspian’s question. 

Caspian wanted to curse as the smell hit him. The rogue had soiled himself. No use in stopping now. 

“Are they still there?” Caspian’s scouts had not left the kingdom. They had been looking in the wrong place the whole time. 

“I don’t know. They should be.” The rogue's eyes darted said. 

“Are you lying to me?” Caspian’s voice was a deadly threat. 

“No! No! Please! No!” The rogue became panicked pleading with Caspian. Caspian studied him and decided he was being truthful. 

Stepping out of the cell he waited till the door shut before he turned to Enzo and Gabe. They had been out there watching and listening to the interrogation there was no need for him to fill them in. 

The two males he considered his brothers were standing there arms crossed awaiting his orders. “Ready our warriors. I’m going hunting.”