Page 5 of The Weakest Wolf

The first, Leo, is dangerous but easy enough to distract. It’s Bowen who will be the one to kill me if I’m not careful. Not only is he a beta, the second-highest ranked wolf in pack hierarchy, but he never lets his guard down for a second.

Two days is plenty of time to dispose of two animals who don’t deserve to live. And the rest of the pack? I’ll burn the place down before I disappear forever.

As if he can read my thoughts, his lips curve into a smile. “That’s how long I’ll give you before you beg me to save you from the others. I can protect you, Sierra. I’m the only one who can. But that protection comes at a cost. You know my price.”

The one thing I will never give him.

It took one week before this pack’s cruelty drove Eden back home. It took two weeks for them to torment Melody to death. Neither were submissive wolves. Not like I am.

You could leave. You’ve gotten revenge on most of them.

Most, but not all. Not Bowen and Leo. And they need to die.

Tilting my head back, I meet Galen’s stare with one of my own. I inherited my steel-gray eyes from my father. Now, I will them to be as hard and unflinching as his alpha stare was. “I won’t be begging for anything.”

“All I want from you is Eden’s location. That’s all. I won’t even ask why a submissive would stay in a pack like this instead of leaving. Fear of being alone in the big bad world, I’m guessing?” He pauses, and when I don’t say a word, one corner of his lips turns up in a sexy half-smile. “Whatever the reason, little wolf, I’ll keep whatever secret you want. I’ll even be nice to you.”

The hardness nudging my lower belly tells me how nice he intends to be. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I barely knew her.”

He leans closer. “You barely knew her?”

I nod. “Our old alpha didn’t exactly have a reputation for keeping his hands to himself,” I force myself to say, as if Eden’s pain means nothing to me. “Jared killed her one night. Ask anyone. It’s an open secret around here.”

The sexy half-smile disappears without a trace. “Everyone else might think that, but not you, Sierra.Youknow exactly what happened to her.”

He sounds so sure it’s like he knows something. As if he saw me, even though I know he couldn’t have. When I helped Eden escape the pack, I knew it would cost Eden her life if anyone saw us, so I was careful. Damn careful.

“She’s dead,” I tell him. “So, whoever she was to you, you should just move on. It’s over.” My attempt to slip away meets with instant failure when he pins me to the wall with his hips.

His lips brush against the shell of my ear and he breathes the words. “My sister. Eden is my sister.”

The fight to contain the depth of my fury consumes me.

He sent her back.

Galen Hunt would’ve seen her bruises. She would have begged not to come back.Begged. My body trembles with the need to gut this man.

Instead, I bury my nails into my palms. Feel them cut deep into my skin. I’m bleeding, but the pain doesn’t touch me. There’s far too much rage in me for that. Going toe-to-toe with an alpha will only end one way—at least, one in his prime like Galen Hunt is.

Later.

After I deal with Leo, and if Bowen doesn’t kill me, he’s next.

“So, Sierra, I won’t be moving on, and I won’t be walking away. Youwilltell me what I want to know, or I will stand by and watch as this pack breaks you.” He pauses, and his lips curve in a mockery of a smile. “And they will. If you make it two days, I’ll be surprised. You’re one little wolf, after all.”

I can survive a year, if that’s what it takes.

My mother was strong enough to hand over her child because it was the only way to save me. Iwillsurvive a pack that will do its best to eat me alive.

All I have to do is stay silent around this alpha and kill two men.

Galen backs up, and without a word, I turn and stalk toward the front door at the end of the hallway. My fingers are closing around the handle when he speaks.

“And at the end of those two days, if by some miracle this pack hasn’t torn you apart, we’ll go on a run. I’d like to see if your wolf has that same fighting spirit.” Dark amusement fills his voice.

Briefly, I close my eyes. My wolf keens in terror. As a human, I can protect her, but as a wolf, she can’t protect me, or even herself, since submissive wolves are the lowest ranked in the pack. Not only that, we’re the weakest wolves.

How did he know what I was?

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