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“You have three seconds before I call the police.” I press “9” as I say, “One…” My thumb hovers over the number one button. “Two…” I press one.

“Come with me,” he growls, grabbing my arm none too softly. He starts pulling me toward a back hallway.

“Where are we going?” I ask with a tremble in my tone.

His only response is a grunt as he tugs me harder down the hall. My heart rate begins to skyrocket as I wonder what I just got myself into.

CHAPTER 4

Chance

“Your brother sent you,” Lucas, the owner of Mike’s Bar, says from across his desk.

Though the lighting in his office is low, my wolf sight allows me to read his lips perfectly.

I nod slowly. I don’t like Lucas or the people he associates with. A bunch of lone wolves who travel in and out of one area to another. He opened this place about ten years ago and all sorts of wolves come in and out.

Though, I don’t like him, if there is something suspicious happening with the Alliance there’s a decent chance that he, or someone in this bar, heard something about it.

Also, considering the wolves that attacked Reese last year worked with the man who tried to end our pack, were from this area, it’s an even better chance he knows something.

I give him a small nod in response to his statement.

“What do you know?” I don’t like speaking. Typically, I avoid one on one interactions unless absolutely necessary, but this conversation can’t be avoided.

His lips form into a small circle and he pushes them out a bit, indicating that he’s whistling, while holding his arms out to the side.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” his lips read. The smirk that he can’t hide, no matter how quickly he tries to stifle, it indicates otherwise.

I don’t bother hiding the way my top lip curls in anger.

I twist my head slightly and glare at him. “Do you think I’m here because I fucking want to be?” I growl, putting a little bit of my wolf into it. He’s already champing at the bit.

The drive here was a long one and the run I took him on wasn’t long enough to stifle his recent angst.

“Easy, Chance,” Lucas coaxes. His face contorts as he chuckles. “You and I know you’re just your brother’s errand boy anyway.”

My wolf growls. I sit forward in my chair and press my arms into the desk.

“My brother is the alpha of one of the largest packs in this country. It’s his responsibility to oversee the well-being of the entire pack, along with wolf shifters in general. He likes reason, analysis, and investigation.”

I pause before saying, “My job is to rip to shreds anyone or anything that poses a threat to my brother doing his job. Now, given that, who do you think is more dangerous?”

My eyes tingle and I know they’re glowing.

Lucas blinks a couple of times, but tries to school his features to come across unaffected. The flush in his cheeks can’t hide his fear, though.

I start to tell him that as a wolf without a pack, he’s in no position to challenge me, or my cause for being here. But Lucas startles and looks toward the door. This is my alert that someone’s knocking.

Lucas looks relieved as he tells whoever’s on the other side to come in. One of the shifters that works as security stands on the other side of the door. I don’t pay him much attention since he’s not a threat to me, as much as he’d like to pretend that he is.

What does capture my attention, however, is the fact that he yanks in a woman behind him.

As soon as she’s fully inside the office, the oddest thing occurs. My wolf, which had been focused on Lucas, shifts his attention. He’s always alert to our surroundings, but this is different.

He stands up.

Full attention planted on the only woman in the office.