Page 15 of Wolf Tormented
My heart pangs with regret—I left her barely conscious in the healing cabin. While I do my best to quell the feeling, it festers in my chest.
But the pack has to come first. It’s not just the pack that could be in danger if they shut down my businesses. There are tons of rogues living in my apartment building and working at my company that would be in danger.
All wolves and packs could be in danger if the government finds out about us. I have to be on time to this meeting. The fate of my entire species could depend on it.
I battle with myself the entire drive to the city. I shouldn’t have left her there, but I had to.
When I pull into the parking lot of Bill’s office, I take a cleansing breath and turn the engine off.
I just made it in time, but there is already a government issued black town car not far from where I’m parked.
They are already here. Good. Hopefully we can make this quick.
I step out of the car. My wolf has finally gone silent in my head, giving me the opportunity to clear my mind.
I pull open the door to the office, and a bell chimes loudly next to my ear. I wince. That fucking hurt.
I reach up a hand to my ear but lower it to scratch my neck at the last second. Humans wouldn’t think that chime was too loud. It wouldn’t make their ears ring.
Don’t show any signs of discomfort.
Already there are eyes on me.
Two men in dark suits sit in the wood chairs in the waiting room. One man is a bit on the round side, and the one who sits there glaring at me has some seriously bushy eyebrows.
“Archer Everette?” the older woman behind the desk asks.
“Yes.” I step up to the desk.
Both men stand, hands on hips, and glare at me.
What the fuck is their problem? I thought people were innocent until proven guilty in this country, or does that only apply to humans?
“Bill will see you now, Mr. Everette.” The woman stands, comes around the desk, and waves for me to follow.
The men in suits take a step forward, but the woman glares at them. “He’s not ready for you gentlemen yet.”
They stop and sit back down.
She is one stern older woman, and I can’t help but like her even though she’s only said a few words to me.
She opens the door and leads me into the office with cubicles dotting the space.
“How long have they been out there?” I ask.
“About thirty minutes, and Bill is just fine leaving them out there a while longer.” She turns to me with a grin.
“He is an asshole, but he’s my favorite kind of asshole,” I say.
She knocks on a door and we wait. The door opens, and Bill’s drooping eyes meet mine.
“Archer, come in.” He widens the door and waves me inside.
“Thanks, Bill,” I say and take a seat in front of the large oak desk.
“How long should I make them wait?” the receptionist asks.
“They can wait a few more minutes. This was a last-minute request, and I need to confer with my client first,” Bill says.
