One Mate Was Never Enough
If flirting with the Grim Reaper was what it took to drag her back into my arms, I'd gladly bet my life.
A twisted smirk curled my lips. Leaning back, my mismatched eyes burned through the shadows. My wolf clawed to the surface.
“Do it. Bring our mate home. If we don’t bleed, how will she pity us?” Joel purred in my head, a psychotic chuckle echoing in my skull.
I dialed the burner. Jae picked up on the second ring, rambling about something I ignored.
“The Death Route,” I interrupted. “Underground circuit. I know you've got the plug. Put my name on the roster.”