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
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