Page 85 of Wolf Bound

We break the door handle from the closet door, so he isn’t able to escape or phone for help. And if anyone were to find him in there, it’ll take a while to get the door open again.

We join the rest of our family in the elevator, and I swipe the security card to grant us access to the penthouse floor. No one speaks as we quickly pass each level. The only sound is thedingthe elevator makes after each floor. We know nothing about William, so we have to be prepared for anything. Genevieve was a strong wolf, so we have to assume her older brother would also be.

The elevator doors open right into William’s Penthouse. Two of the four exterior walls are all windows, giving us a pristine view of downtown Vancouver. The interior design is masculine, with pops of navy-blue thrown in here and there.

“Damn!” Ransom lets out a low whistle, obviously impressed with the apartment. “How much do you think a place like this goes for?”

“You could never live somewhere like this!” Remi snickers. “It’swaytoo fancy for you. You’d litter it with beer cans and pizza boxes within a week.”

“A week is being generous,” Dad adds in. “I’ve seen what his room looks like.”

“I bet he breaks something before we leave,” Ranger scoffs.

“Are you guys done?” I snap at them, annoyed they aren’t focused on the task at hand. “Ransom, Ranger, take the upstairs.” I gesture to the metal spiral staircase across the room. “Dad and Remi, you guys go that way, and I’ll head down this hallway. Holler if you find him.”

I don’t wait for their replies. Instead, I turn away and move down the hall. I’m not sure what’s at the end of it, and I don’t know how many times I’ve accidentally walked into an ambush while hunting rogue wolves.

Usually, Sawyer is here to watch my back, but when we left, I wasn’t ready to have him join us. Somehow it hurts more that Sawyer went behind my back and helped Pru. Sawyer has been the one person I could really rely on for the past five years, and to have him betray me—I’m struggling to move past it.

When my ears suddenly pick up on the erratic heartbeat behind the last door, I wish I had him here as reinforcement. I pause outside the door and listen to whoever is on the other side. My wolf breathes in the air and picks up on the wolf scent that surrounds the nervous person who stands on the opposite side. I don’t hear or smell another person with them. I step back and ram my foot against the door with all my strength. The wood door splinters and flies open, slamming against the wall behind it before completely coming off its hinges.

A man with golden hair and bright green eyes that remind me of Pru’s stands in the middle of a room that looks like an office. He wears a nice dark-blue suit with a patterned tie hanging loosely around his neck. The smell of fear surrounds him.

Good.

“Are you William?”

“I—Who are you?” he stutters. “What do you want?”

“I want you to answer my fucking question. Are you William?” I growl at him while advancing farther into the room.

“Y–yes, I’m William. What do you want?” he repeats.

I grab the back of the rolling office chair and swing it around. “Take a seat, William. I have a couple questions.”

“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll give you whatever you want,” he begs as his skinny legs shake, and he drops into the chair. Watching how he cowers and trembles makes me question if he’s truly related to Genevieve and Pru. It’s almost pathetic how much stronger and braver they are than him.

“Good, because I’m not leaving here until I have the information I need.” I hear footsteps running down the hallway, and soon, my dad and brothers appear at the damaged doorway. “Found him.”

“He looks like Genevieve,” my dad comments when he looks William over.

“Genevieve? What does my sister have to do with this?” William demands. “I haven’t seen her since she was twenty—she ran off with some man. That was almost twenty-four years ago.”

“She died fourteen years ago when your employer hunted her down and slaughtered her.” I perch myself on the edge of the desk and glare down at him. William may say he doesn’t know anything about Genevieve and her death, but when I tell him she’s dead, there’s no surprise or remorse on his face. He just looks blankly back at me. “And now that same employer of yours has my mate, and you’re going to tell me where Nicolai is holding her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” William pales and shakes his head. “Yes, I work for Nicolai, but I don’t work directlywithhim. I haven’t seen him in months.”

“I don’t believe you,” I snarl at him. “Everything about you right now tells me you’re lying. Your pulse is fast, you refuse to make eye contact—you’re a horrible liar, frankly. So let me ask you again, where would Nicolai be keeping her?”

“I don’t know! I swear!” His voice shakes when he speaks. “I just do finance work for Mr. Volkov. I’m not involved with that side of the company.”

“Thatside of the company?” Dad steps forward and crosses his arms. “What exactly is Nicolai’s company?”

“It’s a medical supply company,” William explains. “I swear it’s a legit company.”

“You make sure itlookslike a legit company,” Remi comments as she walks in with a tablet in her hand. “You should really password protect your tablet, anyone could pick it up and look through it.” Remi pauses and cocks her head to the side. “What is thebreeding program?”

All the color drains from William’s face, and his eyes widen, but he doesn’t answer her.

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