Page 79 of The Weakest Wolf

Memory after memory floods my mind, nearly overwhelming me.

Bowen said people kept disappearing, and the gas station clerk said Sierra knew how to deal with animals. There was only one kind of animal in the Stone pack. The predatory kind.

I remember her confrontation with Bowen and the bitterness in her tone as she walked away.

There’s no place like it.

“She hated the place. Like, down to her bones hated it,” I mutter. “How could I miss that?”

Yet she stayed, and the only reason she would’ve stayed in a place she hated was revenge. Maybe she wanted to make them pay for something they did to her.

But what? What could they have—

“Her mom,” I murmur. “They must’ve killed her mom.”

“What? What are you—”

“I won’t be back today,” I say, and then hang up before Dom can respond.

It takes seconds to grab my bag and car keys before I run out of the door. Minutes later and I’m tearing through the middle of Dexter town.

She’s alone there. I left her alone with Bowen, who wanted something for her necklace.

I grip the steering wheel tight enough to turn my hands white, as I speed down the empty roads, back to the place that I never believed I’d be in such a hurry to return.

Sierra got Eden out of that place, and I exposed her.

I left her naked and vulnerable with Bowen.

He’s had hours with her.Hours. I try not to think about what he could have done to her—what he couldstillbe doing to her—and fail miserably.

The more I think about all the reasons she would stay, the more I’m certain I’m right. They killed her mom, and instead of leaving, she stayed to get revenge.

I still don’t understand how her wolf could be submissive and not her human side, but if her wolf agreed to hide deep enough inside the woman, that would explain how she could hide what she was for so long. How she killed is another mystery.

With my foot glued to the gas pedal, I make the hour-long drive in twenty minutes.

It’s as quiet, as still in the cabins as it was in town. I jump out of my truck and sprint toward Bowen’s cabin. Using my shoulder as a battering ram, I take the door down, a snarl on my lips as I burst into a small living area.

The room is empty. And not just the room, the entire cabin.

My nose leads me to a half-opened door. A bedroom. Other than an abandoned blanket that carries Sierra’s scent, there’s no sign of her. Or of Bowen.

He took her somewhere. But where?

I back out again, stopping at the entrance. My eyes scan the darkened cabins around me. I could check her cabin, but I doubt they’d be there. Their scents don’t lead toward the farmhouse, so I know Bowen didn’t take her there either.

As I’m ready to shift and use my wolf nose to sniff them out, a small flutter from a cabin window catches my eyes.

Someone is watching me.

I stare at the window which attracted my attention. Although it doesn’t move again, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel someone’s gaze through it.

If they’re watching me, they might’ve watched Bowen take Sierra.

They would know where she is.

I stalk over to the cabin and shove the door open hard enough it slams against the opposite wall. From inside, a woman squeals.

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