Page 81 of Wolf Crowned

I closed my eyes, fumbling with my phone fingers as I pulled it out to look at it.

I was going to have to tell her about Brandon. Luna, please, please help me.

I blinked my eyes open. Luna must’ve heard me. It wasn’t Mom.

It was a notification from Brandon’s phone. He was sharing his location with me right now.

Twenty-Nine

Sloane

Four weeks later

A knock rasped on my office door. I closed my laptop. "Come in."

The doorknob twisted and the door swung open. I didn't look up from my computer wanting to finish this last order before heading to bed. "I'll be there in a minute. Go ahead and wait for me in our room."

"Uh, it's just me, Sloane." Mark peeked his head in. "Agent Weatherford is here to see you."

I pursed my lips and pushed away from the desk, standing. "Oh."

What did he want? I hadn't heard from him since he'd threatened to get a warrant. Did he finally have one?

Ugh. I'd better find out.

I padded across the office, my mind going a mile a minute at what Agent Weatherford could want.

Mark shrugged as I passed him and shut the door behind us. "He didn't say much. Just that he needs to speak with you."

I marched through the house, mumbling under my breath. If he thought he could walk in here over a month later, he was going to get a piece of my mind.

I jerked the front door open and crossed my arms over my chest. "Can I help you?"

Agent Weatherford turned around slowly. He gulped and fidgeted with the hood of his winter jacket. "Alpha Sloane, it is good to see you again."

I blinked and stiffened. Did he just call me Alpha Sloane?

He gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Sorry." He waved his hand. "I should have mentioned my father was a wolf."

I frowned, my jaw went slack as I inhaled. There was a faint scent now that I was looking for it. "I…I'm sorry…I don't understand."

He chuckled and looked down at this feet as he rocked forward. "I'm going about this all the wrong way." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "Alpha Dane was my brother. Half brother."

I opened my mouth and dropped my hands to my sides. "What?" This man looked nothing like Alpha Dane. They were as different as night and day.

He grimaced. "I'm still doing this all wrong. We've been estranged most our lives. I've never met Lincoln or Sawyer." He swallowed hard and then blew out a breath. "I wasn't allowed on pack grounds. Dane finally offered me a chance to be a part of the pack if I helped him."

Oh. Things were starting to add up. Lincoln probably had no idea that the FBI agent who'd been wreaking havoc here was his uncle.

Agent Weatherford cleared his throat as he jammed his hands into his jacket pockets. "He wanted me to use my position with the FBI to put you and your pack under surveillance."

I squeezed my arms tighter. "I see."

His mouth worked and he blew out a frosty breath. "I would've done anything to be a part of the pack. I've always been denied a place in it." His brows knitted together. "I didn't realize how far gone Dane was or what I was helping him do."

I released my death grip on my arms and leaned against the door. "I'm not sure he even knew how far he'd gone," I said softly.

Agent Weatherford hummed. "I wanted to apologize, Alpha Sloane, and let you know that there is no investigation into your pack. Not anymore. I've made sure of that. Any evidence will point to my brother being the oppressor."

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