His messy copper hair was long enough to curl a bit at the back, and the top of it fell to his cheekbones. Somehow, they were even more chiseled than those photos showed.
Though his feet were bare, no one would dare point out that Maverick Darkwood had forgotten shoes.
Harper quietly stepped in front of me. I was two inches taller than her, but she still blocked me well enough. Not that the physical shield would actually help anything if the Alpha Pack realized what I was.
Maverick lifted the megaphone to his mouth, then said through it, “Move.”
The crowd parted like he wastheiralpha.
I guess maybe he was. He did basically own the city.
Maverick tossed the megaphone to one of his goons and strode through the gap in the crowd. He passed Harper and I without pausing, and disappeared into Steven’s office.
Thank god.
“Everyone, back to your desks,” one of Maverick’s goons barked, his eyes narrow as they swept the crowd.
“Fuck,” Harper muttered, understanding the full impact of the situation at the same time I did.
There was no time to run. I was faster than any werewolf, but we were on the twenty-second floor. They could catch me on the stairs, or in the elevator. If I tried to hide somewhere else in the building, they’d just track me.
We started shuffling in the direction of our desks with the rest of the crowd. Everyone was whispering again, but none of the werewolves barked for us to be quiet.
My desk was around the corner, in a massive, open space full of cubicles set up in clusters that we could easily see over. We usually just called them desks, because they provided basically zero privacy.
I gave Harper a small smile when we went in opposite directions, and whispered, “I’ll be okay.”
She didn’t look convinced.
I felt the same.
Like everyone else, I sat down at my desk and tried to look normal. And terrified.
That part wasn’t hard to fake, considering there was a damn good chance I was about to get murdered by a bunch of werewolves who thought I had killed my boss.
Everyone in the office was seated a few minutes later.
The moment Maverick stepped out, silence fell over the room.
The air was heavy with tension.
Or maybe that was just me.
One of the two goons who had come with the Alpha tossed him the megaphone as they met up at the front of the hallway that led to Steven’s office. The Alpha caught the device smoothly and lifted it to his mouth again. “Sit down.”
Everyone obeyed.
I heard a muffled curse as someone behind me moved so fast that they missed their chair and landed on the floor.
“I want a list from each of you with the name of everyone who’s had problems with Steven.” The Alpha’s voice was so loud, I fought the urge to cover my ears. “We’ll talk to you individually. You can be damn sure we’re going to find whoever did this.”
He hit the bullhorn button again, his eyes scanning the room for anyone who flinched.
It took everything I had to force myself not to react.
His gaze caught on me anyway and lingered for a beat before moving on.
I was totally screwed.
