Chapter 13: Judge and Jury

Harlow

"There's no need to say anything," Cyrus said, standing and helping me to my feet. "We can keep this between us."

"I don't think so," the scar-faced biker said. I noticed the patch that said "SGT at Arms" on his cut. He was the Howlers' enforcer and seemed more than happy to lay down the law.

"Mac, come on—" Cyrus said to him, but he was cut off.

"You really messed this one up, bro," Mac said. "Let's go."

We didn't have a choice.

I held onto Cryus tightly as we drove back. Mac rode in front while the bigger guy, Butch, followed us back to town. When we'd reached the Gnaw Bone city limits, my heart was in my throat. We'd been caught going behind our respective Alphas' backs. What would they say?

Soon, Cyrus was pulling up to the garage next to Mac. Butch parked nearby. When we got off the bike, Mac waved for us to go around to a side door. "After you, lovebirds."

Cyrus led me through the door and up a flight of stairs until we reached a large room above the garage. The Ho