Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“If you do that, you could kill her.”
“We need to know what we’re dealing with. I know this is not ideal.”
“You can’t kill her,” Wolfe said.
“Bringing forth her wolf will not kill her.”
Enzo snorted. “No offense, it won’t kill a full-blooded wolf, but we don’t know what this will do to a part-human, part-wolf breed. Look what’s happening to those infected.”
“Yes, those that have been infected,” Alpha said. “We’re talking about someone who has some wolf blood in her.”
“And what if the infected are the same?” Boyan asked. “What if they have part wolf blood inside them?”
Alpha ran his hand down his face. “We need to start somewhere and if that means it kills Agatha, that’s a risk we have to take. We need answers, and fast. None of this makes sense. Our only source of information is gone. Even Agatha’s parents are dead. We don’t know if they were working with Milton or not. We don’t even know if this was some wealthy man’s ramblings or ideals based on stumbling upon a real-life wolf. We know jack shit. This puts the whole pack in danger, and I’m not going to allow that to happen. The pack, Boyan, comes first. It will always come first. You know this.”
He did, and most of the time, he agreed. The pack would always come first. The only problem he had right now was that his wolf didn’t quite agree. The very thought of anything happening to Agatha made him angry. He wanted to hurt, to hunt, to kill. The need to protect her was overwhelming, and he’d never felt this way about anyone.
“I’ll go and get her,” Enzo said. “I’m not emotionally involved.”
“I’ll get her,” Boyan said, getting to his feet. “She’s done nothing wrong. You need to understand that.”
Alpha got to his feet. “This is for the pack.”
Boyan glanced down at the file that happened to show several pictures of a young Agatha. Within the information were a great deal of personal documents, the kind of stuff a doctor shouldn’t know. He didn’t like this. He didn’t even know Agatha properly and yet he felt enraged that someone had invaded her life like this. Not only invaded but lied. He didn’t know for certain if her parents lied, or if they got caught up in the lie instead. Either way, he would get to the bottom of it.
“There are more files,” Boyan said. They had thought they were ramblings of a crazy man. That he’d somehow manipulated customers and lied, changing up their pets’ information. “What if all those files are people like Agatha?”
“It looks like we’re going to be doing some reading,” Alpha said.
Enzo groaned. As did the rest of the club.
Boyan smiled. “So, I’ll go and get Agatha then.” He winked at the club and several of the guys called out to him that he was an asshole.
All of this had been a hunch. Nothing more, nothing less. In truth, he didn’t think it would lead to anything, and that he’d imagined he’d seen Agatha’s picture before.
This wasn’t good news. Not for the club, and not for the people who had come into contact with Milton.
Leaving the clubhouse, he checked the time and saw it was early so Agatha wouldn’t be needed at the bar for work. Straddling his bike, he took off, riding through town. He normally liked to take his bike out on the open road, to feel the machine purring between his thighs. When he was traveling through town, he liked to run, to feel the wind on his face and his feet hitting the ground as he made contact. He couldn’t do any of that.
Speed was necessary and also to maintain the vibe of being a regular human male. If Agatha wasn’t a wolf, then he didn’t want to scare the shit out of her by allowing his beast to roam free mere seconds before seeing her. It was already hard to control his wolf. He wasn’t going to add to the risk.
Arriving at Amelia’s old apartment building, he saw the main part of the shop was still empty. The club didn’t have a clue what to do with the shop, so it had remained vacant. Amelia had a couple of suggestions, but after some research, it was discovered they were not viable business options. The club adored Amelia because of Wolfe, but that didn’t mean they wanted to be out of pocket.
Boyan inhaled deeply. Cinnamon.
It was such a strong scent, but what confused him was most times he hated the smell of cinnamon. He didn’t like it in his drinks, in his baked goods. He hated it, but when it came to Agatha, he wanted to take a bath in it. To rub his face against her hair and his body, to simply drown in all that belonged to her. His mouth watered for a taste.