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Oh my God! He knew. Elliot Goodman knew Sadie was my sister!
I sucked in a breath, refusing to answer him, but I didn’t have to because I already gave it away by my reaction.
“I’ve scheduled a meeting for five p.m. I’ll need your services, Callie. Don’t be late.”
He straightened his tie, winked, and left the break room.
Only once he left did I stand, rushing to the sink to rinse out my coffee mug. I couldn’t stay here, and I definitely couldn’t show up at that meeting. If it was a meeting.
The mayor wouldn’t get his chance to blackmail or use me.
I wanted to text Hawk but didn’t dare until I left the building. Walking back to my office, I typed a quick correspondence to the mayor and shut down my computer. I wouldn’t send it until after I sat in my car. I reached for my purse and rushed into the hall, avoiding conversation with any of the staff. If I needed to take sick time, I didn’t need permission. I just had to let Elliot know I wasn’t feeling well.
Outside the building, I sucked in fresh air, trying to calm my anxious heart. I nearly ran to my car, throwing my purse inside as I sat behind the wheel. My fingers shook as I started it, pushed down the locks, and logged into my work email. I found the request for sick time in my draft folder and sent it to Elliot.
This was a fucking disaster. Why did I think it would be safe to come back here?
I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Agent Phillips, but his number went to voicemail like it had every day for weeks.
Full-blown panic threatened to consume me, but I forced myself to focus. Backing out of the parking space, I headed toward the garage exit.
There, across the street, smoking as he leaned against his bike, stood Hawk. I realized he probably spent most of the day there, waiting for me to leave. Bet he thought it would happen sooner, but it didn’t matter now.
As soon as I saw him, a sob escaped my chest.
He noticed. His jaw clenched as he flicked the cigarette to the ground. It bounced, sparking as it hit the asphalt.
He tapped his chest over his heart and ticked his head in the direction of the Roost, his club’s location.
I nodded, merged onto the street, and gripped the steering wheel as I drove.
The rumble of Hawk’s bike alerted me to his presence a few seconds before I saw him appear in my rearview mirror.
I couldn’t help the tears that formed as I blinked them back. Only two people were there for me when I needed them most in my life. One was missing, kidnapped by a monster. Riding on an iron beast, the other would follow me into hell. A dark knight and savior. The man who had claimed my heart.
IWAS BORED. WHEN Igrew bored, it spelled disaster.
The gun in my hand spun around as I twirled it, knowing I loaded it earlier and was itching for a reason to use it. Maybe I could sense the change coming in the air. My body grew restless, and even fucking didn’t calm the beast.
He wanted blood. Carnage. A fresh kill.
Excess energy slid over my body and filled it, begging me to shift. I could go on a run. Hell, most of my club brothers would love it. They ached for the freedom of the beast as I did.
Of course, my animal was different. Always had been.
I was the alpha, and by process of elimination, I also became the president of the Dirty Death MC. Wolves were pack animals, and the life of a biker easily fit into our mentality. My father had been a wolf shifter, and his before him. But none had done what I did to ensure I became the strongest alpha.
The vargulf could only be controlled by an alpha. No other possessed the will or power to do it. The legend of the vargulf had been passed down for generations. Rumors of my family controlling the wild beast circulated among my brothers.
The Dirty Death MC was formed as a way to keep our lives hidden from the public, allowing our pack to thrive and grow. My lineage always ruled as president. We killed to ensure it, destroying all opposition. Other alphas were eliminated or sent into exile.
But in order to take on the vargulf, a member of my family had to kill an innocent, leave the body and organs without feasting, and force the shift under a moon that wasn’t full. Every generation, a new vargulf emerged. Each completed the initiation to become the monster. As far as we knew, only one could exist at a time.
Ten years ago, I slaughtered my younger sibling to become the vargulf. She was only eight years old.
My lip twisted in a snarl as I pushed from my chair, leaving the bar where I’d been drinking since dawn. The wolf’s metabolism burned off the liquor faster than I could consume it—one of the few things I hated about what I became.
When my mood was this foul, only Sadie calmed me.
