Page 2 of Deadly Wolf Bite

He peels his hand off the wheel and rests it on the shifter. We ease forward, accelerating slowly as we resume our drive.

My heart pounds as reality sets in.

This is happening.

If I don’t betray Grey, the golden-haired devil will be my ruin.

I dart a glance at him out of the corner of my eye. His brow is twitching. His grip on the wheel hasn’t eased. Whatever storm rages below the surface is still barely contained.

After a couple more turns, I recognize my surroundings. We’re nearing the penthouse.

The familiar territory is a relief, even if it is my prison.

Ramsey nods at the guards then parks in the garage. We ride the elevator up in silence. I want to tell him I can make it alone from here, but after his outburst earlier, I decide it’s best not to say anything at all.

When the elevator opens into the foyer, I start for my bedroom, eager to get away.

“Hey, Lexi.” Ramsey’s voice stops me.

I turn slowly to face him, glaring. “What?”

He walks up to me, much closer than I want him to be. His temper has cooled from earlier, his gaze sharper and more calculating. “You can do this,” he says firmly.

“What if you’re wrong?”

“They don’t know you well enough to tell if you’re lying. But they trust you. Or Grey does. He’s going to tell you things he won’t tell the rest of us. Well, except maybe Dutch.” His expression twists with jealousy before smoothing again.

“Why not force him to do this then?”

“You’re the weak link.” His quick glance is a once-over that emphasizes his words.

“Thanks.”

He scowls at my sarcasm. “You’re weak without your wolf. That’s just fact.”

I look away, a lump forming in my throat. Up until very recently, I didn’t even know werewolves existed—much less that I was descended from them. It shouldn’t matter that I can’t access my wolf, not when I’ve lived my whole life without one. But Ramsey’s right. I’m surrounded by predators who’ve all decided I’m easy prey. If I’m going to survive a single one of them, I have to find a way to be as strong as them.

Being human in this world will only get me killed.

I have to find a way to become a wolf.

2

GREY

Dinner with Lexi was supposed to be romantic. Instead, I finish my drink and leave the restaurant exactly as I arrived—alone. My drive home is a blur of speed and reckless maneuvers. My wolf simmers at the surface, wanting to tear into something. Or someone. But Lexi’s the one who ghosted me, and I could never hurt her.

Not even when she hurts me.

Ramsey’s waiting in my living room when I step off the elevator. His shirt is wrinkled, and his blond hair looks as if he’s been running his hand through it repeatedly. Something he only does when he’s nervous or worried. My chest tightens at the sight of him—or more accurately, at the fact that there’s no sign of her.

He starts forward. “Thanks for buzzing me in before you?—”

“Where is she?” I demand.

My tone stops him in his tracks. He frowns. “In her room. Dude, she?—”

I stride through the penthouse, which is dark and full of shadows thanks to the late hour and lack of overhead lighting. The décor of this place has always been cold, but in this moment, it feels frigid. There isn’t an inch of it that doesn’t make me think of my asshole father. He’s the one who set all this in motion. And while his scheme brought me Lexi, it also threatens to take her away from me.

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