Page 27 of Wolf's Mark

I might not be the handiest of women, but I’d secured the door well enough prior that I’d felt safe. I’d call a constructioncompany and leave them a message. This wasn’t something anyone would ever believe.

First things first. Play back the video.

When I did, I really wanted a drink. What I’d seen had been real, even if that was entirely impossible and no scientist in their right mind would ever believe it.

Myself included.

The agent had known something was off, but had she known about this? If she had, why in God’s name hadn’t she warned me? Classified, my ass.

She could have placed my life in danger.

Fuck her.

Fuck this.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. After making certain the video was saved and sent to my computer, I moved to where I’d dropped my purse. When I yanked out my phone, the terror had already shifted into pure rage.

That wasn’t good for the agent. I had a mouth on me like few women. Plus, most people did not like to face my wrath.

Where the hell had I put the card she’d given me? Shit. I found it on my desk and quickly smashed my finger on the screen. Of course. A damn voicemail system. Oh, you bet I was going to leave a message.

“Agent Drummand. I don’t know what the hell you got me involved in, but I want out. Your victim decided he would get up and walk right out of here after I’d pulled his organs. Do you understand what I am saying? Now, you either tell me what thehell is going on or never contact me again. And you owe me for a ripped apart office.” I ended the call in a huff.

Like I was going to be stupid enough to mention the fact I’d seen a human being turn into some insane nightmare of a wolf.

I wasn’t risking my career for anything or anyone.

Although my mind was already playing tricks with me.

Danger lurked in the shadows and it had a beast from hell written all over it.

But a werewolf?

Not a chance.

CHAPTER 9

Jax

As Riker opened the door, I could tell he was shocked to see me.

I’d surprised myself in coming out and ending up at my older brother’s house.

On a freaking Sunday evening.

It wasn’t like me. Sure, we were close as a family, but there were times of the week where we all unplugged on purpose.

Social media was the number one blight on the world.

Although not according to his daughter who adored every aspect.

“Did the world come to an end or maybe your house blew up?” Riker asked. He laughed and opened the door wider to allow me in. For a man who almost never wore anything but the highest quality handmade suits direct from his tailor in Italy at the office, he was more relaxed than I’d thought possible.

In jeans and a Chicago Bulls sweatshirt.

At least the man had taste.

“Or you just couldn’t get enough of my fabulous presence yesterday,” he added.

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