Page 84 of Deadly Wolf Bite

“Wait a second,” Ramsey yells. He covers his face with his arms, attempting to twist away from me.

He’s not even trying to fight back, and that pisses me off more.

“Traitor,” I yell at him.

My blood boils. I need an outlet for the fury that’s been brewing the last few hours. A proper fight. Not this curled-up bullshit he’s giving me.

“Get up,” I tell Ramsey, stepping back to give him space.

He continues trying to collect himself but not fast enough. I kick him, and he winces, rolling over in pain.

“Get the fuck up,” I say again.

“Give me a minute,” Ramsey says, voice muffled now that he’s face down on the carpet.

“You have ten seconds,” I warn.

“Grey, fucking wait,” Razor says. “We need to talk.”

“This one’s done talking,” I say, glowering at Ramsey. “For good.”

He looks up at me then, and I can see he’s finally starting to realize how serious I am. “Okay, just hang on a fucking minute.” He gets to his feet and faces off with me, his bloodied nose staining the lower half of his face. “There’s something you need to know. Where’s Lexi?”

I was starting to calm down, but her name from his mouth makes that impossible. When I lunge for him again, hands grab at my arms, pulling me back.

Furious, I struggle and strain until Mia steps in front of me, blotting out Ramsey’s face.

“Get out of my way,” I tell her.

“No,” she says firmly. “We need to hear what he has to say. If you still want to kill him afterward, that’s your right.” Her eyes blaze with fury, and I can see she means it. She’s just as upset as I am, but we need to know what information he’s fed the enemy. And how badly it hurts us.

Fuck.

“There’s nothing he can say that will change what he did,” I snarl.

“You’re right, but this is about what Franco knows,” she says. “About you as an alpha. About our plans. About all of it.”

I stop struggling and study her warily. The arms holding me ease their grip. Mia simply waits for me to respond. I glance past her to Ramsey, who’s holding his hand to his bloodied nose and scowling.

Grudgingly, I cross my arms. “Talk fast.”

“Franco approached me about a year ago,” he says slowly. “He wanted information on your dad. I refused at first, but…” He looks away.

“But what?” I prompt. “You couldn’t help but betray your own pack?”

His eyes flash. “You weren’t fucking here, okay? You ran away and left us to deal with the fucking mess you left behind. So I did what I could do stop Vincenzo from making our lives worse.”

“What the fuck, man?” Dutch says. “We were supposed to be brothers.”

“Bullshit. We were barely speaking after Grey left,” Ramsey says accusingly. “I stepped up. Did what needed to be done. Franco almost got an assassin into Vincenzo’s bedroom because of me.”

“Wait. That attack at the estate was you?” Mia asks incredulously.

“What attack?” I demand.

“Last year,” she says quietly. “Your mom was the only one home. She managed to hide in the panic room until backup got there.”

I look from her back to him. “You almost got my mother killed?” I snarl.

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