Page 25 of Fear

King nodded, already ahead of them. “Blood Fangs and Iron Claws will back us.”

Dixon exhaled. “And the price?”

King’s lips pressed together. “We’ll owe them.”

Silence stretched before Goliath finally spoke. “Better than going in outnumbered.”

King’s gaze swept the room. “Agreed?”

One by one, they nodded.

King turned to Hunter and Gunner. “I want both of you shifted and tracking that club. I want eyes on them tonight, every move they make. I don’t want any more fucking surprises.”

A slow grin spread across Hunter’s face as he and Gunner exchanged a look.

“They won’t see us coming,” Gunner promised.

As the meeting broke up, Goliath turned to Blue. The man was slumped against his chair, his face pale, blood seeping through the bandages on his shoulder.

“You gonna make it?” Goliath asked.

Blue smirked weakly. “I’ve had worse.”

“You need to rest,” King told him firmly. “You’re not riding out again until that arm is working.”

Blue grunted but didn’t argue. He knew better. On the other side of the room, Frost hadn’t moved.

The man was sitting stiffly, his breathing controlled, his expression unreadable. The stitches from his stab wound were still fresh, but he looked ready to go to war again.

Goliath narrowed his gaze. “You good?”

Frost just nodded once.

Chapter 11

The safehouse sat nestled deep in the mountains, far from prying eyes. The Wolverines had chosen the place for its security, its isolation. But that same isolation was beginning to wear on the women.

It had been two days since the men had left.

Two days of uncertainty.

Two days of waiting.

Sofia sat by the window, staring out at the dense forest beyond. It was peaceful, but the stillness felt deceptive. Her fingers twitched against the ceramic mug in her hands, the warmth of the coffee doing nothing to settle her nerves.

She wasn’t alone in her restlessness. Across the room, Dakota paced, rubbing her swollen belly as she muttered under her breath. Siena sat at the small wooden table, absentmindedly cleaning her nails with a blade, while Alaska leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in thought.

The air was thick with unspoken tension.

“This is bullshit,” Siena finally muttered, tossing the knife onto the table. “We should be there. With them.”

Alaska let out a humourless laugh. “You think King would let that happen? You think any of our men would?”

“I don’t need permission.” Siena’s eyes flashed.

Dakota groaned, dropping into the nearest chair. “I swear, if you two don’t stop pacing, I’m going to throw something at you.”

“Then go ahead and throw something, because I’m not stopping.” Siena shot back.

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