 Declan backed away a few steps and held the flower up again. “You’ll probably be astounded at the detailed information I’ve gathered about werewolves. It’s amazing what you pick up after a century or two.” He poked at one of the bottles with his toe, nudging it closer to the dust. “For instance, I know that after a full-moon shift, you’re incredibly thirsty. So much so you’ll do anything for water. As a matter of fact, if you don’t get enough water within a few hours, your body will begin to severely dehydrate.” Grier licked his lips, gaze shifting between the water and Declan. “What do you want?” Grier said in a shaky voice. “Tell me about Bronwen Martell and Henry Vaughn.” “Fuck off,” Grier snapped. Declan heaved a long-suffering sigh and said, “It’s a simple request. However, I have to admit I expected your answer. Let me tell you a few things. I know you have been involved somehow in a string of freshwater vessels being sunk. I also know that those vessels often carried children and people on vacation. Innocent people who died.” “Collateral damages,” Grier growled. “I suspect you were responsible for the death of Henry Vaughn and you are somehow forcing Dr. Martell to continue to act as a front for whatever you’re doing,” Declan finished calmly. He ran one finger over the flower and sniffed it, then crouched in front of Grier. “As a matter of fact, the lovely Bronwen is scared to death of you. She’s a sweet, sweet lady, and I don’t like to see ladies bullied.” Declan took one of the bottles, opened it and dropped the flower inside. He screwed the top back on, gave it a shake, and rolled it over the ground, across the line of dried wolfsbane and within reach of Grier. Grier eyed the bottle and moved away from it when it came to a stop close to him. “I know you’re very, very thirsty. Your heartbeat changes, and even though you are obviously practiced at controlling your breathing, that changed too when I mentioned Bronwen.” Declan held up one finger and cocked his head. “Oh, there it is again. The same change that occurred when I mentioned sinking ships.” Declan stood and picked up another water bottle. He held it by the top and let it sway slightly. “I hear on a day such as this, a werewolf after a full shift can dehydrate to the point of death in an hour or two. Is that true?” Grier’s eyes glowed gold, and he growled before reverting to human form again. Declan unscrewed the bottle, sniffed at the water, took a long draft and poured it slowly on the ground at his feet before replacing the cap. “Holy crap,” Blair exhaled from his spot on the hillside. “Don’t ever get on that man’s bad side,” Forge said. “That young werewolf here earlier? He’s my soulmate,” Declan continued in a low, deadly voice. “You threw a bag full of wolfsbane at him, and you shot my best friend. Being bonded to a werewolf makes any question about your need for water redundant, of course. I know a lot about werewolves.” When Grier did nothing more than glare at Declan, he shrugged and turned on his heel. “Suit yourself, Mr. Grier. Yes, I know your name. My mate does belong to the local pack, and obviously they set aside confidentiality when they found out you tried to harm him. The pack was very helpful setting this up. I will find your pack. How sad and disappointed they will be to learn you died of dehydration while chained up naked. That you died without honor. Shamed because you didn’t put up a fight.” Forge watched as Grier lurched to his feet. Screaming, he tried to charge Declan. Lucas sucked in a breath and started to scramble to his feet. Forge stopped him and forced him to sit back down. “Even if by some fluke Grier gets out of those chains, he’ll never catch Declan, and I will shoot.” Declan calmly stood his ground. Grier reached the end of the chains and was yanked backward, yelping as he landed on his ass. “You should be careful. There’s silver in those cuffs. I can’t imagine the pain of silver poisoning combined with dehydration. At least you won’t last long enough to starve.” “It doesn’t matter if I die,” Grier spat. “The Qiguan is everywhere. They will carry on, and you will die for your crimes!” “Who is that?” Declan asked. Grier’s response was to shift to his werewolf form and snap and snarl at Declan. After taking the key from the inside of the bunker door, Declan slammed it shut and locked it. Turning to look at Forge and the others, Declan loosened and removed his tie, then hiked up the hill. “Do you know what he’s talking about?” he asked Lucas, who looked up at him and shook his head. Forge stood and stretched. “My turn?” Code Name Jack Rabbit is available is eBook, paperback and through Kindle Unlimited.    
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