Page 95 of Shadow City: Silver Wolf

"There were so many things wrong with that conversation." Sierra walked past me and paced in front of my bed. "No one thought it might be a good idea to tell me that Sterlyn is a fucking silver wolf?"

"No one was supposed to find out. Only Atticus was supposed to know we still existed." I had no idea how this group had found out about us, but being slaughtered and attacked reaffirmed that our ancestors were right to have hidden us. We’d wanted no part of the corruption that had taken over the supernatural world. We’d kept to ourselves and stayed peaceful so that others wouldn’t try to use us as pawns.

Guess that hadn’t worked out so well.

"Everyone thought the silver wolf was a myth." Sierra shook her head. "You’re one of the strongest supernatural beings there are, which is why these people want to capture you. But why did they kill off the entire pack? You’d think they would want to control all the silver wolves."

There was no use keeping things hidden from her at this point. She knew my secret, so I might as well fill in the gaps—especially since she was in harm's way now. "Because we could kill them if we decided to fight, and my father would refuse to work with them."

"Then why not kill you, too?" She waved her hands like she had a sword. "It doesn't make sense."

"They plan to use me as a breeder." A shiver ran down my spine as Sierra gasped. "And break me so I’ll submit to whoever is in charge."

"Which is never going to happen." Griffin pulled me against his chest and wrapped his arms around me.

"He purposely dropped that he knew Griffin and I were with you." Killian cracked his knuckles as he nibbled on his bottom lip. "Which means someone must have realized we found you."

I hadn't considered that. The thought sat like a hard lump in my stomach. "You're right. We probably need to get back to Shadow Ridge soon since they could see if we were hiding here." But there were still some spots unturned in my dad’s office. "Let's finish searching the house. Maybe Killian and Sierra could keep an eye out to make sure no one comes through before we're ready to go."

"Yeah, we should probably get out there now, after that call." Killian stepped into the hallway and looked at Sierra. "Let's warm up the leftover pizza and load Sterlyn’s things into the vehicles. That way, if someone comes, we can leave."

"Let me pack some stuff." There was no reason to leave here without my clothes and personal items. It would save me a ton of money.

"Sounds like a plan," Sierra said, as she followed Killian down the hallway.

Sighing, I grabbed two duffel bags from under my bed and began filling them with all of the essential things I needed.

"Did you find anything?"Griffin asked, as he slammed the drawer to the last cabinet he’d searched through in my dad’s office.

"No." I'd dug through the entire desk multiple times, hoping to findsomethingthat could hint to who could be behind the attacks, but nothing looked even a little bit promising. Most of it was bills and a few piddly things that had to do with the land surrounding us. As I’d guessed, the town’s land had been passed down over generations, and he had several offers from people wanting to purchase it from us.

"That's so strange." Griffin glanced around the walls. "Dad's office was like this too. He handled a lot of political stuff, but when Mom and I looked through his files, it was like he hadn't kept any paperwork on the packs and Shadow City."

"Well, he knew where we were located. The knowledge had to pass down somehow." My gut said there had to be something that had gone unfound or was missing. Dad was paranoid—always thinking about ways to hide things in case something happened—and we were found; that told me that he had information secretly hidden somewhere. We had lived here for centuries—something of importancehadto have been kept here, somewhere.

"At the time I didn't know that…but yeah, exactly." Griffin stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders. "You're tense."

"Being drugged and kidnapped after losing your entire pack will do that to you," I bit out, and immediately regretted being a bitch to him. None of this was his fault, but my nerves were frayed. "I'm sorry. I have no right to talk to you that way." I was also on edge from expecting Killian to call at any moment tellingus to move, but luckily, he hadn't. We had at least a little more time to look—I just didn't know where else to search.

"Hey, it's okay." He kissed my forehead as his fingers dug deeper, working out the knots.

The pressure both hurt and felt amazing, relaxing me enough to clear my mind. "Maybe we're thinking about this all wrong." If I knew Dad like I thought I did, he wouldn't leave information where someone could easily find it. He'd leave enough—like the land offers—to make people think that was all there was.

Like I almost had.

Griffin's hands stilled. "He'd have a hidden compartment or location."

"Exactly." But where the hell would that be? I looked around the room for something that seemed a little out of place.

Nothing stood out.

"Maybe it's not in this room." Griffin dropped his hands. "This would be kind of a dead giveaway location-wise, right?"

"I bet it'd be in their bedroom." I had avoided going into their room so far, but fate kept nudging me that way. She must have a sick sense of humor.

"Do you want me to look?" Griffin squeezed my arm. "You don't have to go in there if you don't want to."

The fact that I would love to take him up on the offer proved that this was something I had to do. "Yeah, but I'm going with you." I wouldn't have been strong enough to do it on my own.

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