Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Sully says nothing, just stares at me.
“Are you implying that I knew about this?” I ask.
“Not implying. I’m asking you outright.”
“I don’t control my father’s movements.” I return Sully’s dead-eyed stare, incensed that he’s grilling me like I’m a suspect in a crime. “If he met with our enemy, I had nothing to do with it. The fact that you’d ask me makes me wonder–is my loyalty being called into question?”
Sully leans back in his chair, in a deceptively casual pose. He could easily launch out of his seat and into a fight. “You’ve been at odds with Brick’s decisions lately.”
“Are you talking about my opposition to Brick claiming a human mate? That was in the past. I want what’s best for the pack. Now that Madi is luna, I stand behind her and Brick, just like you.” Heat rolls through me, my anger waiting to be unleashed. The fact that Sully would even group me in with a dog like my father makes me want to explode. “I have this pack’s back.”
“Good to hear,” Sully says. His tone is mild, like we’re discussing the weather, not accusing me of treason. “Then you’ll have no problem with finding out exactly what your father was up to when he visited the Adalwulfs.”
“I know you have spies in the Adalwulf pack.”
“But not in your dad’s. You’re our best bet at finding out what he’s planning.”
I grit my teeth. “I’ll be happy to spy on my father for you, anytime.”
“Wonderful. I’ll tell Brick to expect a report within a week.”
Fuck, now I have to talk to my dad. My mood just went from bad to worse.
My eyes are probably glowing. My wolf doesn’t answer to Sully–which is why he’s careful to clarify that I’ll be reporting to Brick, not him. Still, the next time we’re on a run, I’m going to unleash my wolf on him. He needs to remember that I’m second, not him. “Don’t trouble yourself. I’ll tell him myself.” I stomp out the door before I challenge him to a dominance fight right in his office. Wolves and security equipment don’t mix.
I’m pissed I have to deal with this, but Sully is right. Any threat to our pack needs to be dealt with immediately. I have to hunt my dad down and eliminate the threat.
I pull out my phone, scroll to my second favorite contact, and hit talk.
“Billy?” My sister Boudicca answers, sounding confused. “Is everything okay?”
“Our father is here.”
“What?” It takes her a moment to parse what I’m telling her. “In the city?”
“Yes.” I grind my teeth.
She sighs. “I heard he was planning a trip. I would’ve stopped him if I could.”
“I know.”
When my sister turned twenty, she was exiled from our pack for mating a she-wolf. Because, of course, my dad is homophobic as well as a bigot. He can’t stand to let people love who they love; he only wants to spread hate around.
Now she lives in New Hampshire with her mate, but she keeps tabs on the pack. She was always brave and strong and focused on protecting others. Protecting me. When she was exiled, she tried to take me with her, but my father and his enforcers wouldn’t allow it.
Hearing her voice sends me back to an earlier, darker time. For a moment, I’m in the Maine woods of my father’s territory. I can hear the pack shouting. I was five when they caught a hunter trespassing on pack land. I can still recall the stink of sweat and fear and the evil light in my dad’s eye.
He made the pack gather and watch as his enforcers dragged the human forward. “This human thinks he can hunt on our land,” my father sneered. “We’ll teach him who does the hunting around here!”
The rabid cheers fade away as my sister calls my name. “Billy? Are you still there?”
I shake my head to clear the memory. “I’m here. I need you to help me find out where he’s staying.” I know she’s maintained relationships with the more decent members of my father’s pack. She does what she can to help them to spite my father’s tyranny.
“I’ll do what I can,” she promises.
I tell her I love her, and we end the call, but I’m still caught in the grip of memory.
I was only five when they found that hunter in the woods. At the time, my sister was my babysitter. She held me close while my father ranted and raved about humans and how weak they are.
“They think they can take over the earth! But they’re weak.” The disgust in his voice made me cower. If I was in wolf form, I would’ve tucked my tail.
I could feel the anger and triumph in my father, and that was never a good sign. I was a small child and often bore the brunt of my father’s hate.