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He threw that? At her?

“I told you, Tamaska, you aren’t going anywhere unless it’s with me,” Amdis said from across the room.

She wanted to mouth the words ‘Come and get me,’ but her head pounded. He had a hell of an aim and a fierce throw. She tried to straighten up, but the room swayed from side to side, and she collapsed on the floor.

“See? You’re not leaving without me.”

Tamaska looked at the column of light spreading from the window in front of the bedroom door. The beam was too wide for Amdis to jump across. But he didn’t need to. In less than an hour, it would be dark, and she would be at his mercy.

Kodiak, can you see me?

Kodiak could very well be her only chance of getting out alive.

CHAPTER 6

Kodiak

Kodiak dipped the roller into the off-white paint again, the work taking his mind off Tamaska and the fact that she hadn’t returned.

I should never have let her go by herself.

I should’ve been firmer with her.

Yeah, should’ve. But there was something that made him weak when he was with her, the need to give her everything she wanted and to see her happy. To make it up to her for the things she’d witnessed, things she never should have seen.

For a human, she was holding up incredibly well, which only added to his theory that she was more than human. He desperately wanted to take her as his own. Secretly, he was glad she wanted to change for him, no matter if there still lurked a place in her that wasn’t entirely sure.

She cared for him enough to override fears and misgivings and become a wolf.

That meant the world.

But at the same time he couldn’t allow her such a risk if it wouldn’t work. If it might harm her.

Kodiak’s phone beeped. Sick of answering a million questions, he ignored it, pushing the roller up and down the wall, removing the last hint of blood. It was already beginning to look less like a crime scene now the painting was well under way.

Erasing the horrors and loss of that night from his memory wouldn’t be so easy.

He’d taken stock of the damage. A few rooms needed new carpet. For the rest, he hoped that Tamaska’s industrial-grade cleaning would work. But the sun was sinking fast, and the pack needed to get on the road to begin his initiation as alpha.

What if she’d left? For good?

But no, she’d never do that.

He saw her commitment in the way she spoke, in how she’d helped with the gruesome cleanup.

He didn’t need to check a watch or phone to know something was wrong. It had been too long.

Something had happened.

Something bad.

Kodiak pushed down the sudden fear as he returned the roller to the pan of water to soak. The beat was in his blood now. The beat something was wrong.

He should go and find her and— Go where? Her phone sat on a broken table near where she’s been working. He didn’t even fucking know where she’d gone to get the carpet cleaning shit. It could be way out in the industrial suburbs.

He didn’t fucking know.

That was his problem.

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