ien

, the rumble of their engines fading until only the wh

izontal branch. The night air was cool against my skin. I pulled the broken mas

dark shape detached itself from the branch directly over

gone his usual ridiculous theat

commanded, m

a of the Clearwater Pack, but our sources confirm he's a dog on the

er wolf snarl. I felt my fingers clench, crushing a piec

res Initiative.' The sole purpose is to drain the Cooke family's liquid assets. If

ude. And predictable." The King's meth

file. "And this is what we h

hant in Redwood Creek. Known for her spoiled and petulant nature. And the most impor

. The glint of her silver hair pin as she drove it into the Rogue's throat. The sharp, calcu

the paper crinkling in the silen

have the guts to stare down a feral Alpha and negotiate. And no mere human merch

lie. She had fooled everyone. Her pack, her tow

g such a masterful game of deception, sent a thrill of possessive desir

a strange, unwelcome warmth in my chest. And the scent of her b

of the curse that was my constant companion. This girl, thi

s on the Cooke estate around the clock. I want to know

ked, his meaning clear. Should he just kid

y smile returning to my lips.

, sink her claws into the throat of her enemies. I wanted to see the full extent of her de

my gaze fixed on the distant glow of the ci

ision made. With a final glance at the spot where she had slapped her pathet

et out a nervous breath. H

t to have a very