Chapter 13

I didn’t bother to turn around to see if Griff was following me because I could feel his gaze lingering

on my ass, and the heat of his body warmed mine even though we were several feet apart. I gazed out through the distorted barrier that separated this pocket of the Hellfire Pack’s territory to the larger enclosure, my lips curving into a smile. In less than a few days, I would gather that intel from Griff and drag him back to Hell.

Just as I was about to step through the wards, footsteps hurried toward us.

“Alpha?” Rocco said.

I paused, my stomach tightening. If the kennel master so much as mentioned that I was wielding Hellfire, then this mission was over. Even Beki stiffened, her jaws tightening.

Griff paused.

My heart thrummed a steady beat, and every ounce of moisture evaporated from my throat. I turned back toward the brick building to find Rocco standing at its wooden door with his hands clasped.

“What is it?” Griff said, his voice sharp with impatience.

“It’s the dying pup.” Roc