Page 54 of Wanted

The bastard shivers pathetically on the floor, murmuring something incoherent.

“You can go back to work,” I tell Mike.

“What if I want to watch?” he asks, glaring at the pile of shit on the floor.

“You’ve got work to do,” I not so politely remind him. “The Williams construction job isn’t going to finish itself and it needs to be completed by the time alpha returns.”

Construction is our pack’s bread and butter. I have Mike acting as lead on a couple of my projects while I figure out this situation in Florida, and our alpha is still on his honeymoon.

Mike starts to leave, but I catch him by the arm. “Before you head to the site, stop by the alpha’s house. My ma—” I cut myself off and shake my head. “Emery should be there with Ms. Elsie. Let her know Dr. Drake needs more time with the tests he took.”

Mike nods and heads out, but not before giving one final glare at the man on the floor.

Once alone, I prod the shivering body with my foot. He groans in pain.

Good.

The son of a bitch should be dead.

I kick his shoulder, forcing him onto his back before planting my booted foot onto his chest.

“Who sent you?” I glare down at him.

His breathing is heavy and his face reddens with pain.

He lifts one of his chained arms. “Off,” he hisses out.

“Fuck you.” My voice is calm, unaffected. “Who sent you?”

He gulps in a couple of breaths before shaking his head. “M-m-my brother…” he croaks. “You k-k-killed him.”

I remove my boot from his chest and squat to get closer to him. “You’re about two minutes away from meeting your brother in the afterlife,” I warn. “Who the fuck sent you to attack her?”

I don’t think as I rise and kick the shit out of his side. Directly in his ribs.

It should frighten me how good it feels to see the agony etched on his face. Yet, recalling the terror on Emery’s face when she saw those wolves staring directly at her, ready to do her harm, I feel nothing but satisfaction.

“Who the fuck sent you?” I kick him again. This time he coughs up blood.

We shifters are resilient, we heal quickly, and are resistant to many of the normal human diseases, but we’re not indestructible.

Every species has a weakness.

“Your pain is only just beginning if you don’t start talking.”

He tries to turn onto his side to escape the pain, I presume, but my foot back on his chest stops him.

“We can end this sooner rather than later. All you have to do is start talking.”

“N-n-no one sent me,” he wheezes out.

I squint.

“So, you came after her on your own? Why?”

“She’s trying to ruin us lone wolves,” he replies.

“The hell are you talking about?” I demand.