The Rogue Wolf

Hunt

Worth

on the table. The private game had been going on for six hours, and it was now almost two in the morning. My five-thous

e we close at two,

s worth something. He was a good player; he knew the odds and his face betrayed nothing, ever. We had been at different tables

he river was the Two of Clubs. I was listening carefully to his heartbeat as the last card was flipped, it skipped a beat. He'd never betray it with his expressio

I trained hard, my bodyfat was very low and my muscles were well defined. It meant I didn't have a huge r

to clean him out, it was better for me to let him think he had a chance so I could wrangle an invitation to another ga

ith the chips. "You'r

able, but that's the smart play right now. You don't have the balls to bluff me, Donnie." I picked up my drink, Two Gingers whiskey

center, then flipped over his car

air in one of the common cards. I pulled the chips in as he got up, cursing himself as the small crowd exploded into

rom Stanford. My real name, Nisha Hunt, age twenty, was a secret as well guarded as my werewolf. I had paid a

ival. I put a couple of hundred-dollar bills in his hand. "I've got a bad feeling

the game, and handed me the almost $88,000 in cash and an envelope. I counted it out, then

on the sink. I used the bathroom, then pulled on skinny jeans, an Imagine Dragons concert shirt which hung loose below my belt, and calf-high boots. I made sure my throwing knives were secured in the sides of my boots, and my Smith and Wesson M&P

g a lone werewolf, espec

e last players out the door. A few moments later

who weren't good losers, or just smelled an opportunity. Winning the money was important, keeping it was more important. Charlie stood

, taking it to the ground floor. From there, he checked the cameras to make sure no one was wai

s game." He opened the door and I let Carl go first; when he

of transportation out of sight. If I was really paranoid, I'd park a half-mile away and take an Uber to the game. I followed just be

control with my five-foot-six, one hundred and twenty-pound frame. It had a full fairing and windshield, making it comfortable for the long rides I had between towns. "Thanks, Carl," I said as I p

ed driver's licenses and needed credit card deposits. The fleabags I was crashing at would look the other way for cash.

y I'd bought the previous night and opened the door to the small deck overlooking what used to be a nice pool, and now was

paid extra so I could do whatever I wanted to you,

the first time I'd been placed near a

and strong man," the woman's voice said,

ized tha

uldn'

ster being missing, the search futil

oing to the stairwell, I went up to the fourth floor and stalked towards the room. I could smell her; it WAS he

to fucking k

pounds. I could hear and smell the sex in the other rooms, and realization hit me like a brick. They had turned this whole floor

FUCK ARE YOU, I'M GONNA CUT YOUR BA

be on this

alone, if he's with another woman he's fucking dead." I pulled l

pointed it at me. "I told you, you aren't allowed up here, now turn around

e claws on my right hand start to come out, keeping them out of sight. He moved to the side to let me by, and as he turned

lize it yet. Blood sprayed everywhere, the bright red painting the wall that I held him agai

I wiped his blood off on his shirt, then pulled a pair of latex gloves out of a pocke

THE FUC

n't going to let him take another breath. He toppled off the bed, leaving a screaming naked woman be

oked at me like

othes, now, we've gotta bounce here. S

inidress over her head, then put on

and led her out of the room. The fat woman was leaning over the dead guy

opened and a man wearing boxers and a Marlboro hat looked out, and I shot him too. When we got to the do

get back to my

to get out

W," I said as I pushed her to the bathroom. I took the gloves and flushed them down the toilet, then pulled off my clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. While she got in the shower, I scrubbed the blood of

screaming girls and the protests of the johns who were

t to her body as the sobs escaped. I pulled her to her feet

id. We held each other as the

was a

s, scars, needle tracks, she had it all. She'd been whipped befor

d felt the bond break

n years old and at least twenty pounds underweight. She could barely stay awake as I finished with her, so I tucked her into bed. She was deep asleep

e floor by the bed. I padded over the filthy carpet to the door and opened it as far as the chain would allow. A unif

I com

hy

d we're canvassing guests to see i

the chain. "Just keep it down, my sister is still asleep, she got a little

tly. "Were you here between the hours

threw up twice and by the time I got her cleaned up and in bed it

anything? Guns

ling all the time in this place, I

ister's hair spilled over the p

wake up if a bomb we

ing shut down. If you see the Community Service Officer downstairs in the lob