Page 19 of Abandoned Oaths

I cocked my head. “Where are you guys from?”

Now that I had more than a second to take them in, I knew I’d never seen them before. The Pack’s territory was vast and spanned most of the southern half of the states, all of Mexico, and most of the Caribbean, but I knew most of the people worth knowing, at least by name or picture.

“Doesn’t matter.” Derek grew defensive.

“Who’s your contact?”

“Javier,” Derek automatically replied, despite the tension radiating off his buddies.

“Who the hell is Javier?” I crossed my arms and did my best to ignore the unidentifiable stain on the tile next to my foot.

“The leader of our group,”Cruz supplied.

“No, I meant who is your contact within the Pack?”

His shoulder went up. “Javier talks to them.”

That explained nothing.

“And you mindlessly follow him?”

“Hey,” Marco snapped. “He’s earned our trust and respect. We don’t care to deal with the nitty gritty, so he does.”

“Then where is he?”

“He was on a call when I came out,” Marco supplied while looking me over, judging me as harshly as I was judging him.

“Well, according to Rod, he has the plan, and I need it.”

“The Alpha didn’t tell you?” Derek smirked.

“El Lobo and his office don’t deal with the nitty-gritty. I get told high-level information, then make my own plan, but this is a unique situation. I’m not here to kill this time.”

“Right.” Cruz rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re here to fuck.”

I practically flew across the room, using my super strength and speed to pin him against the wall, my second knife pressed against his throat. “What did you just say?”

He tried to speak, but I was crushing his esophagus.

“Let him go!” Marco roared, but I ignored him.

I glared up at his wide blue eyes, not caring he had six inches or fifty pounds on me. I could kill him right now. One small move, and he’d be just another tally.

“Let him go!” an unfamiliar voice boomed through the room. If I was a lesser man, like one of them, I might have flinched, but it would take far more than a cranky wolf to startle me.

“Now.” A hand gripped my shoulder and spun me, earning a swipe of my knife against his chest.

A new shirtless man, presumably Javier, towered over me. Rage pouring off him.

Too bad this was his attempt at being intimidating. It just made me horny.

He was almost too good-looking with tan skin, a face carved from marble with abs to match, and light brown hair that complemented his caramel eyes.

“Oops. Did I get you?” I smiled sweetly as I wiped his blood off my knife onto my shirt.

“She’s crazy,” Cruz panted behind me.

“No shit,” I said without looking at him. I was having too much fun staring down Javier. He was too handsome to be anything but my next plaything. I didn’t normally do wolves, but I’d make an exception for him.

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