NathanA cold gust of wind blew across the tarmac as I strode toward Dan’s private jet, my suitcase swinging at my side. I could see Dan’s tall and imposing form up ahead, waiting.He had been waiting all morning; or so he had said.“Nathan,” he said, stretching his arms out to the sides as I a
Nathan“I know you’ve been smuggling escorts out.”Dan’s voice, like a hiss in my ear, left me reeling. How did he know? I had been taking the utmost care to ensure that everything was done undercover; I had used only unmarked vehicles, smuggled them out in the dead of night, even checked for cameras and wore the most nondescript clothes I could possibly find in order to hide my identity.
OliviaAs the others slept peacefully around me, all I could do was stare up at the boarded window and wish that I could see the stars.One night. It was only supposed to be one night, and our plan felt just as bulletproof as this safehouse. But still, despite all of the emotional training I had undergone with Freya, no amount of meditation could cure my anxiety.
OliviaI stared down at the note that had been sent by Nathan, and felt my mind whirling with a thousand different thoughts. “Emergency at pack,” the note said. “Return home immediately.” “E-Emergency?” I murmured, slowly raising my gaze to meet the envoy.The
NathanI mingled among the crowd of southern socialites and pack leaders, sipping occasionally from my glass of champagne as I made small talk. Dan, of course, was never far; he always seemed to be schmoozing some Alpha or another.“Alpha Maurice!” Dan exclaimed, stretching his arms out wide as an elderly Alpha with a head of wiry gray hair approached, hobbling on a cane. “When did they bring you back from the grave?”
OliviaThe wind caught my hair as I leaned over the side of the boat, causing it to whip around me in a small torrent. A slight rain had started to drizzle down—not quite enough to cause me to seek refuge inside the cabin, but enough to make me squint my eyes against the horizon.We had been on the water for some time now; the ride was typically about six hours, but it had been longer than that. I had lost track of exactly how much time it had been, but if the setting sun was any i
NathanAs Alpha Montgomery and I stepped out into the courtyard, I felt a soft breeze, thick with the earthy scent of impending rain, blow through my hair. Montgomery strode beside me, his hands in his pockets, unfazed by the chilly wind.“So, Alpha Nathan,” Montgomery said as we wandered through the tall stone cloisters of the courtyard. “How are things faring in your pack?”
OliviaI awoke with a pounding ache in my head and a burning sensation in my wrists. Something warm and wet was caked to the back of my skull, and when I tried to lift my head, I felt my vision begin to reel as a low, involuntary groan escaped my lips.“Stay still,” my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind. “He’s close.”