Page 89 of Broken Wolf

And then I’m destroyed. No more of that.

Hopefully.

I have no clue what I’m doing there. I still haven’t asked the question I’m dying to know and can’t handle the answer to.

Did he touch her?

If he did, I would break, so I cannot handle asking. I think he did because no one is telling me that he didn’t.

So we’re back to limbo about the ancient coven. Some want Helmer to take over, but he doesn’t want to. Others want Rayne to, but he doesn’t want to either. Too fucking bad to both of them, and it would be temporary, soooo yeah, good time.

I don’t know the answer either.

Ashley and her friends have helped with refugee kids going to school in the fall and got them set straight on how to handle American kids and potential pitfalls. Most of the parents are on board or at least understand it’s better to get out in front of things without starting trouble and their rules, not look down on things. It won’t be perfect and there will be hiccups, but I’m not worried.

The cop who gave us the tip on the whole case is a techie natural from what my guys tell me, and I gave the recommendation for Quantico. Galvin says they need more techs since the world is terrifying and he’s in for the next class. The FBI is hiding him out until then, and the vamp movers already got his apartment boxed up and in storage.

Yeah, the DeKalb cops figured out fast it was him and there were some not-so-subtle death threats, so we’ve got him covered.

On the topic of death threats… The wolf who manipulated Carter will be getting some from me, so she better stay far, far away from me and my packs. And my people. Technically, she didn’t do anything wrong—though I could argue several points on that—so she’s not going to jail.

I do plan to have some harsh words with her Alpha and make sure that she’s smacked around until she pulls her head out of her ass. He doesn’t seem to give a shit one way or another, but he’s smart enough to be scared of me, especially when I’m pissed.

And I’m pissed. I’m very, very, very fucking pissed.

Someone from his pack who met Carter at the last APA event caught on that he might be bonding with wolves and probably me from what he was getting. He knew it well because his grandma had been through a similar situation. So he discussed it with his Alpha.

The woman overheard and immediately signed up to become a trainee for the FBI with the sole intent of meeting Carter and trying to steal him from me. She thought if she could become his bonded wolf, she would sit pretty here in Chicago like the pampered lover of an ancient instead of a bitch in her shitty pack.

Fine, that wasn’t exactly how they told me, but… I’m not wrong either.

I had some strong words about the Alpha gossiping and starting trouble for me instead of communicating what his wolf had sensed. We were supposed to be allies in the APA, and he better show his face at the next event so I can tell this to him directly or his pack would be banned.

So yeah, I was going to beat his ass publicly to make an example because I knew he needed the APA. Hell, my pack bought a ton from them, so I was extra pissed he didn’t reach out to me.

And I couldn’t bust this bitch for like fraud. All around, I’m pissed.

I told Dain I wanted a shirt and hoodie made saying I was pissed and to proceed with caution while I sort this all out.

I think I might get it after I snapped at him and threw his prepackaged kale meals at him that he’d loaded into my fridge like his fucking chores he was ticking off. Why could he never hear me on how that feels to me?

Why can I not let it go when so many other women would kill to be taken care of like that by their husbands? Another problem for another day because Phobie is going to get burned out on all of my bullshit.

So far there’s been no backlash for the call with the president, but some of his aides and cabinet made it clear through official channels that I was an ungrateful bitch for not being a loyal dog to my master. And yes, they used those words specifically like they were being clever. It was hard not to send them pictures of my claws or maybe a nice dog leash for them.

Galvin made it clear back to them that they should go fuck themselves and Eva was planning a trip to DC to make it very clear they were stupid. The First Lady still hasn’t apologized but has stopped saying shit about me... For the moment. That’s all going to blow up for sure.

And I’ve filed a lawsuit against Galvin’s ex-wife. Defamation? Slander? I forget. Dain told me, but he was shirtless, and we started sparring which led to me getting hot and bothered and sex. Whatever, we were fighting back. Fun.

The sex was at least.

The supe outreach events are doing amazing. People are thrilled and excited… And not just for the free food and what they can get out of it. I found that surprising, but it seems people want to genuinely learn the truth for themselves. The clip of me saying we weren’t infecting people anywhere like the news was lying about circulated all over social media and made a ruckus.

Good. It should. Those lies were dangerous.

And stupid. They came out with a whole expose last month about how we’re building armies of more shifters and hiding the numbers. The kicker? Their huge proof?

They used a shifter species that was non-infectious.

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