Page 5 of Psycho Pack

Dangerous. Crazy. We go. Now.

"I have to try," I say, stepping back toward the door we just escaped through. "It's our pack, Wraith."

I take one step. Two. My hand reaches for the door handle.

A massive arm wraps around my waist, yanking me back. I yelp in surprise as Wraith spins me around to face him. His eyes blaze with a mix of fury and fear as he glares down at me. A growl rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my skin.

"I have to," I say again, softer this time. I reach up, cupping his ravaged cheek in my palm. "You understand, don't you?"

Wraith's eyes close. He leans into my touch, just for a moment. When he looks at me again, there's resignation there.

And respect for my choice.

He nods once, sharply. Then he crouches down, gesturing for me to climb onto his back. I scramble up without hesitation, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His skin burns hot against mine, chasing away the bite of the winter air.

"Thank you," I whisper, pressing a kiss to his temple.

He huffs out an exasperated breath. Then he straightens, squaring his massive shoulders. And with one last glance at the beckoning freedom of the mountain road, we go back in.

Chapter

Two

PLAGUE

Moments Earlier

The stench of antiseptic and infection scorches my eyes and nose as I lead Thane and Whiskey down another endless white corridor. My jaw aches from how tightly I'm clenching my teeth so I don't snap.

Three hours of searching this godforsaken labyrinth, and we're no closer to finding Ivy. But this doctor—this Dr. Slovo—he knows something.

The way he scurried away when he saw us coming...

I check the nameplates on each door we pass. The click and thump of our boots echoes off the sterile walls. Behind me, Whiskey's heavy footfalls betray his restlessness. He's never been stealthy.

"Will you fucking walk lighter?" I hiss over my shoulder. "You're going to bring the whole facility down on us."

"Kiss my ass," Whiskey growls back.

"Both of you shut up," Thane cuts in.

At least he understands the need for silence.

There. Dr. Slovo's office. I pause outside the frosted glass door, studying the shadows moving behind it.

One figure, seated at a desk.

Perfect.

I smooth my stolen lab coat and adjust the lanyard around my neck, flipping over the ID card so it's not immediately obvious it's a temporary ID. Not that it matters. My confidence has gotten us this far.

And so has the cockiness of these fucks.

"Remember," I murmur to my companions. "Let me do the talking. You're just muscle."

Whiskey snorts. "Ain't that hard to pretend."

I ignore him and knock on the door.

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