Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
He couldn’t even recall a single case where it had worked. There was always a risk.
Whatever had attacked Milton was a wolf, but what Alpha didn’t know was if it was intentional, accidental, or purely a mistake.
Had Milton survived the attack? Was he supposed to have survived?
These were all questions he needed answers to.
He didn’t hold it against Amelia that she had no choice but to kill him to survive. He was a little surprised she had, but once again, she proved Val right.
Speaking of Val, Alpha looked up to see the bar owner on the opposite side of the fire.
He’d gone deep into the forest, where no one dared venture.
“I heard what happened,” Val said. “Was Jules able to detect what happened?”
“She saw multiple bite wounds. What we couldn’t know for sure is if it was pure hunger.”
“Come on, Alpha, you and I both know that if it was hunger, his flesh would have been torn off his skin. This human wouldn’t have survived. Bite marks mean one thing and one thing only.”
Alpha nodded. “Someone is attempting to turn humans into wolves.”
He and Val had … handled a case similar to it, many moons ago. Even before he set up the Poison Wolves MC. Alpha ran a hand down his face. “This isn’t good.”
“No, this is worse than that. We have no leads. No clues. Nothing. Could it be related to the humans?” Val asked.
“The hunters? I doubt it. They were merely looking for deer. Nothing else.”
Alpha watched the fire and felt something twist in his gut. Something was going to happen. His senses were heightened. His wolf was there, knowing this wasn’t over.
“If this is true and a wolf is doing this, we’ve got to be careful,” Val said.
Alpha couldn’t have agreed more. This was a threat to all of them. To humans, to wolves, to them all.
Chapter Thirteen
“You’re brooding again,” Enzo said.
Wolfe glanced over at Enzo, where he was knitting. The guy was close to finishing a scarf. Another look toward Amelia, and he saw the one Enzo had been working on a couple of weeks ago wrapped around her neck.
“I’m not brooding.”
“You so are, and I can’t be the only one that finds this all a little pathetic,” Enzo said, finishing off his row and then looking up. “Go and talk to her.”
“She doesn’t want to talk to me.”
Boyan snorted. “Why would she want to? You called her a liar.”
“I don’t think that is even the worst part,” Gunnar said, biting into an apple and sitting on the main tabletop. “You kept her a secret.”
Wolfe had heard enough. He didn’t need them to constantly tell him what he’d done wrong. It didn’t help matters.
Amelia was healing fast. The claw marks on her face were completely gone, as were the ones on her chest. He heard Jules telling Alpha yesterday.
She’d been staying with them for over a week now, and Amelia still wouldn’t give him the time of day.
He tried. Damn it, did he try, but she didn’t want to hear him. She wanted nothing to do with him.
Wolfe stepped toward her table outside, as she drank from a bottle of orange juice and read her book.
“Leave me alone,” Amelia said.
“No.” This time, he wouldn’t be pushed around. He dropped into the chair opposite her and waited.
Amelia looked up from her book, sliding her bookmark between the pages. “What do you want from me?”
“A second chance.”
“No. No, hell no.” She slammed her book closed. “That is not happening. Like never.”
“I miss you,” he said.
Amelia laughed. “You can say that now, right? Now that you know I’m not a liar or the fact I’m not as weak as you first thought.” She shook her head. “You know what, Wolfe? Save it. You and I, it was a mistake. I should have known from the beginning. We were never meant to be. We’re not going to be anyone or anything. It is over!”
She took several steps away, and Wolfe felt like the biggest fucking dickhead in the world.
He had messed up, big time.
Getting to his feet, he went to walk away, to go and pound on something, but then he changed course, racing toward Amelia. He stepped in front of her.
Before she had time to object, he sank his fingers in her hair, grasped her hip, and pulled her in close.
“You and I are not over.” He kissed her hard.
Amelia put her hands on his shoulders as if to push him away, but he slid his hand down, going toward her ass and grasping the supple flesh in his grip. He kept her close so she could feel how aroused he was by her. How much he needed her.
She stopped pushing him away, but she also didn’t pull him close either.
“I am going to fix this,” he said, breaking off from the kiss.