Page 15 of Claimed By Werewolf
Finally, I broke.“Where are we going?”
His jaw flexed, and his eyes fixed on the road.“To have a conversation.”
“Conversation,” I repeated, the word flat.“Somehow, I doubt you mean coffee and small talk.”
That earned me the barest twitch at the corner of his mouth.Not a smile.Something darker.
“You wanted answers,” he said.“This is how we get them.”
I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or terrified.Probably both.
We pulled into a deserted lot behind an old warehouse.The place looked abandoned, with rust eating at the corrugated metal walls and weeds pushing through cracks in the pavement.But a single motorcycle leaned against the building, and the faint glow of a cigarette tip pulsed in the shadows.
Werewolf killed the engine and turned to me.“Stay here.”
“No way.”The words flew out before I could stop them.
His eyes cut to me, sharp and unyielding.“This isn’t a debate.You stay put.”
I should’ve argued.Should’ve told him I wasn’t some fragile little thing he could order around.But the truth was, the look in his eyes made my stomach twist, and my body betrayed me.I nodded and swallowed hard.
“Good girl,” he muttered and shoved his door open.
The words sent a strange shiver down my spine.
I watched as he strode toward the shadow by the warehouse.The figure stepped forward, a man, maybe in his late thirties, with jittery eyes.I couldn’t hear what they said at first, just the low rumble of Werewolf’s voice and the quick, nervous replies of the other guy.
Then Werewolf’s hand shot out, grabbed the man by the front of his jacket, and slammed him against the wall hard enough that I flinched.
The sound echoed in the night.
I pressed closer to the window, and my breath fogged the glass.Werewolf leaned in, his face inches from the man’s, with words too low for me to catch.Whatever he said made the guy’s knees buckle.
The man babbled, and his hands waved frantically.Werewolf didn’t budge.He pinned him harder with his forearm dug into the man’s throat until the babbling turned to choked gasps.
My heart pounded.I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t.
This was the side of him I’d only heard whispers about.The Enforcer.The monster who made men disappear.The reason everyone called himWerewolf.
And God help me; I wasn’t just scared.
I was fascinated.
Because beneath the violence lay precision.Control.He wasn’t losing his temper; he was using it.Every movement was calculated.Every growl of his voice was designed to pry loose whatever truth the man was clinging to.
I’d thought I wanted answers.
I hadn’t thought about the cost.
The man finally gasped out something that made Werewolf ease back.He dropped him like trash, and the guy collapsed against the wall while coughing and shaking.Werewolf crouched low, said something sharp, and the man nodded like his life depended on it.Which, I realized, it probably did.
Then Werewolf stood, turned on his heel, and stalked back toward the truck.His expression was unreadable, his hands steady, like he hadn’t just nearly strangled a man in front of me.
He yanked open the driver’s door and slid in.
I stared with my words caught in my throat.
“Well?”I finally managed.“What did he say?”
