Chapter 25

GRAYSON

Damn

We’ve got the girl wolfie.

My wolf’s smug pacing like a beast who’s finally cornered his prey–and now doesn’t know whether to lick her wounds or tear her wide open

again.

She gave it to me.

All oth

Her breath. Her body. Her fucking fight..

And I took it slow. Savored every fucking second like I wasn’t starving for it all this time.

I’ve fed; baby.

I’ve fucking fed.

I take every goddamn piece of her she tries to keep. I take her breath–especially the shallow ones, the desperate ones, the ones caught in her throat when she’s trying not to make a sound. I’ll take those like oxygen, like they’re the only thing keeping me alive. I’ll bleed for that fucking breath.

Because I’m ruined now.

Feral.

Unfuckinghinged.

I adjust the collar of my shirt–still wrinkled from earlier and flip open the report my old man handed me this morning

Yeah, Great

Four pages of scribbled corrections, circled names, and notes like: “Double–check Pierce’s numbers.”

The guy’s meticulous as fuck

Annoyingly so.

“Something good happened?”

I stop whistling–didn’t even realize I was doing–and turn my head, jaw already tight. Fucking Pierce. He’s leaning against the doorframe, cigarette burning low between his fingers, smirking like he thinks he knows something I don’t. I hate that look on him. Hate the way it twitches at the comer of his mouth like he’s about to say something smart

smirks like the bastard he is, holding the stick up between his

my car again, grind your

wants to see if snap his spine in half.

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Gray Smoke slips through his teeth, “You only do that when you’ve fucked

air like he can still

“Which was it?”

this doesn’t end with me breaking something -his face, his skull,

do you want,

a slow drag of smoke curling past his lips. “So, it was someone,” he

don’t flinch, but my

there’s a thousand ways I could respond to that, and all of them end with him

Poor girl?

You mean your sister?

Yeah. Thought so

Pierce!” My voice is dry. Almost bored. “Should I start sending you a recap

cigarette burning

to know when I’m

past him, open

the wall–asshole–then follows me in. Tss. Inside, I toss the folder

shit.

and sighs. “Theard something” he says, eyes fixed

always hears something. Like the damn walls speak to him. Like

who’s fucking who in the supply shed–Pierce collects them like weapons.

like a hammer.

desk. “Let me guess–more whining from the

side of his mouth twitching like he’s half–amused, half–sick

That gets my attention.

straightens, breath tightening in my

brow creased. “There’s been rogue activity. His voice is clipped. Business. “Near the easter borders. Two packs hit. One’s missing a beta.

Fuck

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my face, every muscle

“When?”

the movement helps him process. “They’re

Timed. Like someone’s

“What about the one who went after your mother? Or your sister?” The words come out colder than I mean. I know he

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