"Oh, right," Max said, a weary sigh escaping him as he slumped his head into the palm of his hand. The weight of the day's events was finally starting to press down on him. "I forgot. You did mention earlier that the reason you were able to systematically hit every single location the Black Hounds had moved to was because of the intel she provided. I guess you couldn't exactly just pat her on the back and let her stroll back to their headquarters after she turned traitor. It makes sense that you brought her here."
It was an interesting situation, to say the least. It was becoming increasingly clear that not even Wolf, usually so decisive, knew exactly what the best course of action was regarding their captive. That uncertainty was precisely why she had been hauled back to their base of operations rather than being dealt with in the field.
