“And you just let her fucking go!” I screamed.
Jax stared at me, stunned, as Cam sobbed into her hands. Angry didn’t begin to cover the emotions building up inside of me. They had let Hannah leave the pack without any attempt to stop her. I didn’t care that I was just a human, I was ready to go toe to toe with the oversized wolf standing before me.
“You’re a shit excuse for an Alpha, Beta, whatever!” I screeched, jabbing my finger into his ches
I dropped my bag from my mouth and shifted. I thanked the goddess I had been smart enough to leave a bag outside of the packhouse with clothes and money. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a form fitting black t-shirt before slipping on my flats and stashing my bag in some bushes. I could smell the other shifters from where I stood and knew I was in the right place. Tristan had told me of a shifter bar he would visit before he took over as Alpha. I hoped that I would find a witch or someone who could lead me to one inside. I made my way to
I stared at the stacks of paperwork on my desk. I hadn’t been in Tristan’s office since before his death, nobody had, and I wondered how much work had been left undone in his office. The pack had devolved into infighting since Hannah’s disappearance. Many felt betrayed that our Luna had abandoned us, others came to her defense, certain she would return once her grief had subsided. I felt guilty about the fight I had with Taylor the day she left.
Nate had been true to his word. Not only had he given me the location of one of his witch associates, but he had also given me a vehicle so I could meet her without leaving a scent for anyone to follow. My scent essentially ended at the bar. Nate assured me that if anyone came looking, nobody would tell them I had been there or where I had gone. A few days later, I found myself at the compound where his friend lived. The place was different from the one I had lived in as a child. While there were houses lining the lone street, the place was smaller, with fewer residents. When I had
I pulled into the hotel Nate had arranged for me confused and angry. Aside from the scent concealing potions, my trip to meet with his witch friends had been useless. The old crone had told me I wasn’t a rogue. I didn’t understand why she would lie to me; I had felt the bonds snap as I cut ties with Iron Hide. It had been a torturous process, feeling my connection to each wolf break away. It was almost as if she was refusing to accept my heart as the required sacrifice to bring Tristan back and that enraged me. I sighed as I put the car in park. I had more pressing concerns at the moment. I was going to
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I called Nate the following day. He had told me there was an underground fighting ring that paid. Someone like me, he said, could make a lot of money betting against myself. A few of the fighters would even pay me to take a dive. They had no qualms getting in the ring with a female. I was an Alpha and my aura was powerful, training before I left the pack had given me the look of a female warrior. I would be someone they would love to boast about beating, Nate had assured me. The club was set up in an abandoned warehouse. I could smell the faint scent of motor oil under t
I sat up slowly, my head throbbing, and looked around. I was in a small, dimly lit living room. It was sparsely decorated; with just the couch I was perched on and a small dining table shoved against the wall. Movement caught my eye as the sickly-sweet scent of vampire reached my nose. “Good, little wolf is awake!” The vampire from the fight spoke. “You made me much money!” I eyed him warily. He looked like a kid on Christmas, a huge g
The scent of siren wafted from the little she-wolf that had stepped beside me at the bar. My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to probe her mind to find out about the smell. She was at the warehouse to fight. I had tried to warn her that it was a bad idea, but she was sure of herself and didn’t listen. I found her again, ringside, watching the bears fight as she wondered how they ended. I decided she was amusing and began filling her in on the different competitors as they fought. When it was her turn in the ring, I quickly placed a large bet against her, before watching Karl make quick work of her. I couldn’t help cringing as he viciously stomped on her face. The man held an obvious vendetta against the little she-wolf.
My eyes burned where my tears welled up threatening to spill over. I stared at Pyotr in disbelief. “Little wolf must go back where little wolf belong.” He repeated. “Little wolf need doctor. Pyotr not skilled with little heartbeats.” His voice was sincere, and he face held only concern. Tristan placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded. I knew Pyotr was right. I couldn’t stay with him forever; I needed a werewolf physician to che