Beast
J.S. Wilder
Then he would face the embodiment of terror.
With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way.
My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled.
“You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.
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