Page 55 of Deadly Wolf Bite

Her words make me think about what Grey said to me in the car earlier. That the ones who didn’t scream are the ones who should be sorry. But all I can think is that she has the one thing I don’t to keep her safe: a wolf.

The other night out on the highway, I’d been so sure Grey had finally found a way to trigger my wolf. But it didn’t work. And now, I can’t stop thinking about Ramsey’s claims that a single bite would do the trick.

Is Grey keeping that from me for some reason?

Does he really not want me to turn?

The longer I go without answers, the more convinced I am that the only person I can rely on in this city is myself. And in order to do that, I have to find a way to become a wolf.

“Okay, no more shots,” Grey announces. “We need clear heads for what we’re going to discuss.”

“We better be discussing a complete assault and annihilation of Franco Giovanni and anyone he’s ever loved,” Ramsey snarls.

Everyone falls silent and glances at me.

“What?” I say with a shrug. “Franco never loved me. I agree with Ramsey.”

Dutch hoots and bangs his empty shot glass on the table.

Crow smirks.

“She’s got a point,” Razor says.

“We’re not ready to take him on directly yet,” Grey says. “We need to bring more people to our side first.”

Ramsey turns to glare at him. “What the fuck? You want to play politics when he just shot my old man in front of the entire pack?”

“What he did to your dad is political,” Mia says gently.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Ramsey shoves out of his chair and runs his hand through his wet hair. “I want his blood spilled. We can do this. We have to do this.” Around the grief, desperation leaks in.

“We all want that—” Dutch begins.

“My dad’s gone, which makes me next in line for general,” Ramsey interrupts. “I’ll have my seat at the table. We can use it to take Franco and Vincenzo down from the inside.”

Grey’s tone is cautious. “Even if my father names you, he won’t talk pack business in front of you. You have to earn the inner circle, Ram. Remember how pissed he was about our attack on Franco’s restaurant?”

Ramsey straightens, clearly only more determined. “I’m a fucking Greco,” he says. “I have a right to my seat, and I’m going to take it. Vincenzo won’t be able to shut me out, and then we’ll have access to all the resources we need to take down both alphas once and for all.”

“I think we need to be smart,” Dutch says cautiously. “Take this slow.”

“Fuck slow,” Ramsey snaps. “We’ve been going slow and look where it got us. It’s time for action.”

“Ram, I think you need to take a breath,” Razor says.

“Fuck this,” Ramsey growls. “I refuse to listen to you guys talk and talk about doing nothing fucking useful. Call me when you’re ready to fight.”

He stalks off, shoving through the door and disappearing into the apartment.

“I’ll go after him,” Mia says, starting to rise.

“No.” Grey stops her. “Let him go. Give him some time to cool off.”

Mia sits down again.

Through the windows, I see Ramsey getting into the elevator.

When the doors close, Grey looks back at us. “We can’t just think about how today affects us,” Grey says. “My father and the generals will want to respond to what Franco did.”

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