Page 58 of Deadly Wolf Bite

Crow’s eyes widen. “Why the hell would he do that?”

“I don’t know. He’s been more forthcoming lately. I figured it was part of his training or passing the torch or whatever.” She looks at Grey. “Maybe it’s more than that.”

“Charlie doesn’t approve of everything my father’s doing,” Grey says. He glances at me. “Especially with Lexi.”

That startles me.

I’m not sure how far his disapproval extends, but I tuck it away for later. For now, I stay focused on making this work for me—before it’s too late and I’m caught in a war between deadly wolves with no way to protect myself.

“So, you want to give the generals that same drug?” I ask.

Grey shakes his head. “Not the same one, no. My father would suspect me immediately. We need to do something to weaken them, though.”

“We could throw a party,” I suggest.

“What kind of party?” Mia asks.

I shrug. “Something to do with the wedding maybe? We get all the generals together and push drinks on them. Get them drunk enough that they won’t notice if you slip them something else. Leave Vincenzo out of it. Then, at the end of the night, issue your challenge. He’ll be the only one fit to fight.”

The others are quiet for a moment.

Razor’s the first to nod. “It’s a good idea. Those assholes would never see it coming.”

“I don’t know if he’d buy that we want them to celebrate our wedding,” Grey says.

Another beat of silence.

“We can call it a celebration of life for Anthony,” Crow offers.

Mia nods. “They couldn’t say no to that.”

“We need a venue,” Dutch says. “Somewhere they’re comfortable enough to let their guard down.”

“And with minimal security,” Mia adds.

“What about the suite at the tower?” Razor suggests.

Dutch snaps his fingers. “That could work. I can tap into the security feed and set Crow up with a livestream so he can watch our backs.”

“And it’s private enough that no one else will bother us,” Mia says.

“It’s one of the few places they think they’re safe,” Razor agrees.

“What’s the tower?” I ask.

“It’s the corporate office for the Diavolo pack-owned businesses. It’s the tallest building in the city, so we call it the tower,” Mia explains. “All our dads have offices there. But one floor up, there’s this huge suite meant for entertaining. Couches, a bar, screens, the whole deal. They like to party up there after hours, so it’s already stocked with what we’d need.”

“Sounds perfect,” I say. “And while you guys are feeding the generals their drinks, I can distract Vincenzo.”

“Absolutely not,” Grey growls. “You’ll be at the penthouse where it’s safe.”

“I’m not staying behind,” I say, bracing myself for an argument.

“Yes, you are.” The look on his face is unyielding, but I’m not taking no for an answer on this one. “My father is dangerous?—”

“He doesn’t see me as a threat,” I cut in. “He’d have to take me seriously to consider me dangerous. To him, I’m a worthless, stupid woman. Something to be used and manipulated. He’ll never suspect I’m up to anything.”

Grey shakes his head, unconvinced.

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