His Trouble Maker
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Chapter 163
JESSICA
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“Where the hell are you dragging me, Jack? My wolf’s already pacing, and if you don’t quit yanking me around like I’m some lost pup, I swear I’ll bite you.”
This was beyond stupid–being hauled through the trees by an Alpha whose ego filled the forest louder than his footsteps. My wolf hated it. I hated it more.
I hadn’t had a say the second his hand closed around my wrist, iron–strong, dragging me out of Grayson’s den like I was nothing but prey. The sting of it still burned, and my pride burned worse.
All I wanted was one damn day–silence, coffee, no Alphas clawing at my nerves. Instead? I was stomping through mud and pine needles, half–lost in the thick woods with a wolf who thought dragging me was a sport.
I jerked against his grip. “Seriously, Jack. If you don’t tell me where we’re going, I’m-”
He stopped dead, and I almost slammed into him. He turned his head just enough for me to catch the gleam of his teeth, his smirk sharp as a blade.
“Patience, little wolf.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “You’ll see soon enough.”
Patience. As if that word had ever been made for me.
“You know,” I muttered, yanking a branch out of my face as he shoved us deeper into the thicket, “if this ends with me in some creepy pit where you guys dump bones, I’m going to haunt the hell out of you.”
“If I wanted you dead, pup, you wouldn’t have made it past Grayson’s bed this morning.”
That earned him a glare sharp enough to cut flesh. My wolf pressed against my skin, hot and ready, whispering that one lunge could put my teeth in his throat. But his dominance wrapped around the clearing like smoke, suffocating, daring
me to try.
“Then stop playing games,” I snapped. “Where the fuck are we?”
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Cocky bastard.
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like it didn’t dare touch his skin. My boots sucked
a slope slick with leaf rot. Jack didn’t slip; I slid half the way, catching myself with a curse. He reached back without looking, caught my wrist mid–fall, and steadied me with a grip that said he was used to catching things before they
I snapped,
die before the field trip starts,” he said, not bothering
a stand of ward–trees where talons had carved sigils into the bark. Bones—wolf femurs, bird spines–hung on black cord, clacking in a low wind. Ash lines smudged the roots in a circle, and
nostrils flaring. The gold in his eyes flashed
trees. My wolf pressed against
“Yours is bleeding through the pines.” He turned back to me, closer than I wanted, close enough that I felt the heat of
“Try me.”
warning, thumb hooking my jaw, tilting my face. He worked one- handed into his pocket, pulled out a small skin–wrapped bundle, and cracked it open with his teeth.
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ears with
“What the hell are
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dust. Mutes the bright edges of a
“I don’t ring.”
blare,” he said, voice dropping. “Like
thumb pressed the hollow of my throat. He felt it. Of course
enough to make me want to breathe again. “Try not to wash it off with
only thing I’m washing off is
promised, like
to remind the world how tall they were. Feathers and river stones lay in cairns along a game path. Not a tourist trail. A
you taking me?” I asked–for
answers.
“You’ll see.”
North? Trouble?
“Down,” he said.
black stone veined with silver. Jack rapped his knuckles twice against a seam I never would have noticed. The rock answered with
the hollow,”
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stone slid open, exhaling air cold enough to raise
“Stop,” Jack said softly.
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