“We are the only humans who know of your secret lycan society. However, we don’t know where your brother the king resides or where the special werewolf ops is headquartered.”
“Yet, you seem to know names.”
“Our mole infiltrated a pack in South America, but the names of the royal werewolf family and the existence of a lycan army is all he learned.”
“I doubt your mole could convince anyone he was a werewolf. You can hide your human scent, but not your human essence.”
“We have techniques, but unfortunately, our spies are always discovered.”
His wolf had warned him about bonding with Gaby. “So my kind does not mingle with humans?”
“Werewolf packs keep humans more like servants or pets rather than equals. My brother worked for a pack and when they found he worked for the Keep, they murdered him.”
“So you want to kill me to avenge your brother’s death?”
He laughed. “Half-brother, actually. No, I want you to tell me where your king and your special ops group are located.”
His disregard for his brother’s loss revealed his bad character. Did he think he’d betray his kind? “Even if I knew, why the fuck would I tell you?”
“True enough. If I can’t convince you, maybe I can hold you hostage.”
“Good luck, since you don’t know where my alleged brother lives.”
“I’m sure he watches the news. I can show the world your picture as a poor John Doe, found suffering from amnesia.”
If he spoke the truth, his pack wouldn’t fall into the trap. “You said earlier something about having my memory wiped as punishment?”
“Serial killer or rogue werewolves and those who reveal your secret society are given a drug to erase their memory. They call it a werewolf lobotomy.”
Kane narrowed his eyes at him. “And you know this how?”
“My brother witnessed his former alpha master brain wipe one of his betas.” He smirked. “He also found out your brother, Maccon, suffered from the taint of Griswold of Bedburg.”
His wolf snarled at the reference to Griswold of Bedburg, but having a brother named Maccon did not register. “Explain.”
“The Griswold taint means you may suffer from blood lust to murder. If Maccon had not been killed, I’m sure he would have had his mind wiped.”
Kane pressed his head against the cold bars. Is that what happened? Was he some sort of criminal? He muttered. “A brain wipe makes sense.”
“Except, the drug keeps you in wolf form without memory of being human and permanently without the ability to shift. You, on the other hand, can shift and think as both a human and wolf.”
Worry gnawed at him. “Unless they gave me the wrong dose or it was a bad batch.”
Avery regarded him, and shook his head. “A werewolf with amnesia exposes your kind to the entire world.”
Kane scoffed. “Maybe I should go on national television and shift.”
“The one thing we share with werewolf society is keeping your kind a secret.”
I wonder why? Kane sighed. “If I was brain wiped, I might have deserved it.”
“I doubt the king’s own brother would be punished in such a way. As far as we know, you have not murdered people.” He chuckled. “Unless, you were given a brain wipe for political reasons. Perhaps, sibling rivalry. I
imagine if you were close, mention of King Conan would spark a memory.”
Kane shrugged. “Maybe the explanation is permanent brain damage. Shit happens.”
“We’ll see.”