Coole

no one was tailing me, I flagged down a sleek black sedan a

rritory in the city swung open for me. I pushed through the heavy oak

threaded coat and changed into a f

into a cold smile. This shabby disguise was my best a

ded public bus, and let the cheap diesel fumes

was playing in the bright living room. My adoptive father, Jeremiah Cooley, an

vanished. He slammed his porcelain t

ided to crawl back?

leaned back in disgust. "She reeks of cheap oil and s

old while making my voice sound meek

hest as the acting Alpha of the pack. "Young Master Freddy just

lic restroom," I said, lifting my head

're a defective wolfless who can't even shift into a Dire Wolf! Climbing into

ng a daughter for business loans is such a great blessing, wh

raised his thick hand and swung it hard towa

weight half a step to the lef

e, Jeremiah stumbled forward and n

Father. Watch your

n hall and headed toward the cramped, damp storage

modified micro-laptop from a hidden floorboard u

enty years ago, my birth father, Ean Cooley-the true Alpha of this pack-had vanished alongside m

ey Ros

bunker on the edge of the city, I sat on a black leather s

ee paces away, cold sweat beading on his forehea

the adopted daughter of Jeremiah Cooley. Her genetic evaluation at sixteen came back comple

ther armrest, recalling the sharp, fearl

olfless who can shrug off an Alpha's aura a

dline is just that weak. Should the North Rose Con

and tossing the folder into the shredder. "If my ne

"Have the garage bring out that second-hand Ford sedan

hroat bobbing as my Alpha's Command p

straight whiskey, and downed it in one gulp, staring ou