Page 90 of Understanding Fate

“Doing what?” I ask.

“High-priority enforcement, detection, and elimination,” he says.

Well, shit.

“What does that mean?” Bri says out loud, not knowing who to direct the question to, fear filling her as her eyes bounce between us.

“It means I would be tasked with catching, eliminating, or guarding the most dangerous criminals on the planet. They want my wolf. They want me to be their weapon,” I say.

Bri: So, like, what Ghost does?

Cain: No, Firefly. Ghost gets to choose his targets. I wouldn’t. I would be assigned to take the job, and if I were to breach their deal, all of the charges would be back, and I could go to jail for years.

Bri: I don’t like this.

Cain: Neither do I, but what choice do we have?

Bri: They’ve blackmailed you into this. How can a system be set up like this?

Cain: The LLC has been flawed for a long time. Marcus, Dante’s dad, was trying to fix it when he worked with them.

Bri: Maybe this is our chance to fix it from the inside?

Cain: It will be dangerous, Firefly.

Bri: Not if we do it together. You said it yourself: Packs like Marlo’s need to learn to follow the rules. What if we use this time to tear it down from the inside? They want to use us; let's use them right back.

When my eyes meet hers, I see the determination there. She wants to make a difference, to regain her control. Maybe this is the best way to do just that.

Cain: To the end of the Earth by your side.

Bri: We bear our scars together.

“Make the deal,” I say to Noah before grabbing her cheeks in my hands and setting my forehead on hers.

Cain: Forever.

Bri: Forever.

The End.

Epilogue

Dante

After rolling around for hours trying to turn off my brain, I’d finally exhausted myself to the point of sleeping.

Noah: Apologies for waking you up, but I have news.

Dante: Call. I’ll answer.

Stretching my arms over my head, I glance at the clock to see it's just after seven in the morning—three hours of sleep.

Not nearly enough.

My phone rings on my nightstand, and I grab it, put it on speaker, and lay it on my bare chest.

I need some good news.

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