The Alpha's Warlock
I might not know Jack very well, but every time I’d allowed myself to feel like I did, I’d been right.
He needed me to deal with Brent. He’d told me he needed me to deal with Brent. I’d promised to help, and I had to trust him the way he’d chosen to trust me.
I squeezed Brent’s arms painfully hard and leaned in, letting my fangs prick at the side of his neck. “Last chance, asshole.”
“Jack, come on—eep! Okay, don’t bite me, fuck, it’s in the cabin. Sam hid it. It’s in a safe, you won’t be able to open it without him giving you the combination! And he won’t do it if you bite me!”