Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

Chapter 76

"Would you also like their origin profiles?"

Yes, I nod and glance back at the king. "These are all your traitors, my King. Come take a look,"

"Holy s***t, said the Little Wolf," Silas says looking at all the names coming up. "Jo, are you seeing this?"

"Looks like we're going hunting after our wedding, Little Wolf, We can't come back for the coronation with all these f***ks surrounding us," he breathes out almost relieved as his eyes scan all of the names popping up.

"There are so many," Silas shakes his head disappointedly.

"Perry, send these files to my tablet. Let me take a closer look. You made me a promise. I want all of it back and ready to be used immediately."

"You got it." I nod. I jump when his hand grips my jaw.

"Thank you," he whispers and leans in to press his lips to mine.

calls. Silas stays at my side until he's sure that the King is

your name," he whispers. "You deserve everything he'd be willing to offer

more,

screen in the center of the room and open up a

baited him. There has to be a pattern or something tracing back to one location. I bring up the tracker we put on him. He's somewhere near

of hours," I call out. The locations come up on the screen. There are

he comes over to

taps on the surface of

the cemetery. "That's gotta be where

be in his Lycan form. That's probably where his feral instincts take him," I cross my arms over my chest. "When I first woke up from my comma, Crystal would take us to

computer, I bring up the other four locations. On the first two, his vitals are elevated. That means he was doing something that upset him or got him excited. Killing or f**g would be my guess they sometimes come up the same. Depending on the person. When Violetta kills, her heart doesn't dance the way

just around to watch. His vitals are

many who can control their body to hide their reactions. I was always sensitive to everything around me. Exepcially after my mom passed. When I started living with Morgan and her

with the Red Wood CPS really f***d with my head and it remained that way for years. It was Elena who taught me to turn it into a weapon. I couldn't help my instincts, but I could use them to my advantage. Everyone has a tell. A tick. Something that sets them off. Mine is

locations and accounts