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Most people, even alters, weren’t murderers. Those who travelled that path needed to be put down.
Within the future, she slid forward to the time-table Grant had proposed to Ryan. Her heart pounded, though she didn’t
focus on Kryder this time. It was possible he’d been alerted to her presence by focusing on him, so she chose to access Grant’s future instead.
She saw him at a sandpit. Her senses told her they were deep inside the Meldorin compound, at least forty feet down. Some of the wolf compounds had as many as four belowground levels. This sandpit felt like it was at the bottom level.
She saw Kryder on the sand and visible and Grant had his foot on Kryder’s neck.
For a moment, Natalie wasn’t sure what to do, whether to continue watching or not. She chose not to progress any farther into the future. This was enough.
There was one thing she knew from all the various interactions she had with her clients. The future could change. Time, even what occurred down the line, existed within a constant flow of events. Nothing was set. Ever.
Mostly, however, the future unfolded just as she saw it.
When she released her futurism entirely, she opened her eyes. She didn’t hold back a single detail.
The men smiled when she spoke about what she’d seen in the sandpit. “Remember, though, I can’t promise what happens after or what even occurred before this moment. There may be battles either direction.”
Grant planted his hand on her shoulder. “But it’s a good start, an excellent way to begin. You’ve given us hope.”
“Just please, don’t underestimate this man.”
Chapter Eleven
Grant flew beside Natalie but remained silent. Natalie as well.
Making plans was one thing. Executing them another.
His wolves were in front of him as they flew in the direction of the Meldorin Compound.
His heart pounded in his chest.
Approaching the pine forest, he withdrew his phone from his pocket. He tapped Kryder’s number and held his phone to his ear.
The ringing sounded louder than usual, probably because he could hear his heart beating in dull, anxious thuds.
“What the fuck do you want?” Kryder’s voice was deep, scornful.
Something about his tone, that he didn’t care he’d just tortured and murdered two beautiful young female wolves, emptied Grant of his fear. “Simple. You’re finished as of now. I’m challenging you to a dominance battle.”
Kryder laughed. “You can’t win or did your IQ just drop by fifty points?”
“Be at the Meldorin pit in twenty minutes or forfeit the pack by default.”
He didn’t wait for Kryder to accept or decline. He hung up and returned the phone to his pocket.
He contacted Ryan. I’ve sent the challenge. Either he arrives in twenty minutes, or I take over the pack.
Is it wrong of me to hope the bastard doesn’t show?
Grant smiled as he ended the mind-to-mind communication.
Kryder would show. Grant had known him a long time. He lived for dominance challenges, mostly because he’d have a chance to kill another wolf.
Hatred was what Grant felt for Kryder, an emotion he’d held close to the vest for too long. What he was about to do, he did for all the wolves that had been brutalized and killed at Kryder’s hand.
Natalie was right to warn them not to underestimate him. But Grant trusted that the alpha’s arrogant nature would stay with him long enough that he would fail to contemplate the kind of coup Grant had planned.
