Page 115 of Mated to the Wolves

Bo scowls. “So we’re back at square one.”

“How did he die?” A strange sadness settles in my chest.

“Hanged himself with his bed sheets.”

Chills run over me. “What were they so desperate to keep hidden?” I ask.

“How the hell are we supposed to find out now?”

Bo’s explosive temper makes me flinch. He kicks a wicker basket across the room, and it crashes into a wall.

Fell leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “We can go back to the last place we saw him and see if he left a clue.”

“It’s not the worst idea,” Cadoc admits.

Bo jabs his fingers at me. “We barely got her out alive the first time.”

“This time we travel as wolves. It’ll be dark soon, no one will be looking for us,” Fell says.

“I’m sure they’ve already ransacked that place,” Bo argues. “It’s a risk we don’t need to take.”

Fell straightens. “Do you have a better plan?”

Bo looks away. “Not yet.”

Fell snickers. “Yeah, cause that’s helpful.”

“You got something you want to say?” Bo’s body tenses and he stands taller.

“Enough. Bo, go take a walk. Fell quit baiting him.” I point at Fell. I can only handle one asshole at a time. “Fighting is getting us nowhere.”

“Fine.” Bo stalks to the door and yanks his coat off one of the hooks. He shoves his arm into one sleeve and a small piece of paper flutters to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Bo turns to me. “A coat.”

“No.” I point to the small square. “This. It fell from your jacket.”

“I don’t know.” Bo picks up the parchment, unfolding it. I gasp at the sight of the triangle.

He flips the sheet over.

“Fenrir’s blessing.”

I rush toward him.

“It’s coordinates.” He holds it up. Cadoc scans it.

Is it safe to follow these? “Where do you think they lead?”

Kirk’s fingers fly over his phone. “Somewhere in the woods.”

“We have to go,” Fell says.

“It could be a trap.” Cadoc frowns.

“Maybe, but it’s all we have,” Kirk says.

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