Page 18 of The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart

Graham

Cassidy left before I could finish my story. She left before I could make sure that she wouldn't reveal our secret.

She left.

My chest is tight as if a great force had punched me there, leaving me reeling and with much to think about.

What are we going to do? my inner wolf asks.

We have to go after her, I reply. We have to make sure she keeps quiet.

And what if she doesn't?

Then we'll do what has to be done, I tell him with determination I don't feel. I took the risk and revealed the secret to her. Her silence is my problem now.

But before you do anything, my wolf says urgently, make sure you call your brothers and inform them of the risk.

Why?

They have wives and kids now, he continues. It's best they both know so they can take the necessary precautions.

No, I say firmly. There's no point in worrying them. Not when I have it under control.

My inner wolf protests, It's because of you that we're in this mess. You should've locked the door. What the fuck were you thinking? Your carelessness is going to bite us in the ass.

Enough! I yell, my temper flaring. I said I'll fix it.

I throw my clothes back on and straighten the tie. With everything already buttoned up, I take my time to get out of the office.

The elevator is too slow for my taste, and so, I opt for the stairs, the same as Cassidy did. Since I'm a wolf shifter and not a human, I am a lot faster than her, but I forcefully slow down and keep my steps quiet.

I'm going to use this as a test.

A test of loyalty.

I want to see what she'll do.

Will she betray us? Betray me?

Will you stop her if you have to? my wolf asks. His voice sends chills down my spine. Not the good kind either.

I'll do what has to be done, I growl back.

Cassidy doesn't stop running. Not once does she look over her shoulder. She turns right when the street opens, and only then does her pace slow down. Her stamina is commendable. The air around her is filled with the scent of adrenaline. It’s the only explanation of how she keeps going and why she hasn’t crashed yet.

The hour is late.

I slip into the shadows, using them to camouflage my movement as I follow her.

She jumps into a cab as if that could save her from me.

Nothing can.

Leaning against the wall behind the nearest corner, I wait. The moment the cab leaves, I run again. My back muscles and legs are aching with the effort of holding the shift at bay.

Stop trying to get out, I tell my wolf. I can handle this.

My inner wolf withdraws with a loud growl, his dissent clear.

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