Harlow"Get the poor girl outta there!" Stitch instructed.The woman in the crate was shaking and scared. Red lifted her out and gently sat her down to remove the restraints. The rest of us pulled the smaller boxes off of the other crates and began opening them. Each crate held a person bound, gagged, and blindfolded. There were twenty in total. Men, women, and children.It hit me then what the list I'd helped Madoc attach to his email meant. In each row was a town name, an M or an F indicating male or female, and a number. Their age. It was an inventory of human beings. I felt sick.I pulled out my switchblade and helped cut the frightened, weak people free of their restraints. Some were barely conscious as if they'd been drugged. These people weren't immigrants trying to get into the States. They'd been taken against their will."What the hell is this?" I asked."Human trafficking," Stitch said in disgust."Like sex trafficking?""Don't know," Stitch responded. "There are som
Blayze"Bonnie!" I called after her as she drove off to the west.Madoc walked up behind me. "Well, that was rude," he said. "She didn't even answer my question. Do you know if the cargo will arrive tonight?"I turned and punched the f*cker in the jaw hard enough to break it. His feet went flying out from under him, and he landed on his back on the pavement. I ran to my bike and got on."So, just to clarify, we don't know where the cargo is?" he asked.Ignoring the psycho occupying my cellar, I started my bike and followed after Bonnie. It took a few minutes, but I finally spotted her taillights in the distance. I hurried to catch up to her. She looked over her shoulder and caught my eye, her long, black hair whipping in the wind under the moonlight. She was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever known. No matter how many of the sweet butts or other she-wolves in town I took to my bed, it was always Bonnie in the back of my mind. I'd spent the last ten years hating her for that.
Cyrus"I said, get up," the Marshal demanded, his gun still pointing at me. "And let me see those hands."Not that his bullets would have had any effect on me, but the last thing I needed was to reveal that I was a werewolf to another human. So I got off of Madoc and put up my hands. Within a few minutes, I was sitting in front of the garage in handcuffs beside Madoc, who was also in cuffs.Members from both MCs had started to gather alongside the caravan team to watch how this scene would play out, but everyone kept their distance. I hated for Harlow to see me like this. It was humiliating."Is this going to take long?" Madoc asked."Shut up!" the Marshal said as he kneeled beside me. "Now, I need you to answer some questions for me.""Look, if this is about those college boy a**holes, I've told you all I know," I said.The Marshal chuckled. "You really think I give a sh*t about those two little punks?" He leaned in closer, smiling. "I need you to tell me where your Alpha is. B
Bonnie"I said, what the hell are you?" I repeated as Madoc walked toward the hunter he'd just instructed to shoot himself.He met my eyes for a second before leaning over the body of Amos Jessup. Then, I saw his canines elongate, and he sunk them into the hunter's neck. He appeared to be drinking his blood."No way," Blayze said beside me. "No. F*cking. Way.""Everyone get away from him!" I shouted. "Get behind us!"Harlow helped Stella hobble over toward us, stopping when she got to Red to pull the silver net off of him. Red had burns in the shape of the netting over the left half of his body. He stood and walked behind me to Gunner, who was holding Grim's motionless body.Dax picked up Lola, who lay lifeless in his arms, and brought her over. His eyes looked empty. Like he'd been crushed from the inside.When Madoc stood up, he looked healthier somehow, and the blood that was on his skin began retreating back into his body."I'm a predator," Madoc said. "Just like I told you
CyrusJust like that, a ten-year-long feud was over. I didn't want to ask Blayze if this meant that Harlow and I could be together. There was immeasurable sadness in the air, and we had thirteen fallen wolves to bury the next day. Not to mention what we'd be dealing with when Madoc came back. It felt selfish and petty to ask his permission. But I didn't have to.Blayze saw me looking at Harlow and gave me a nod. "You two are probably exhausted. Get outta here and get some rest... Or whatever."Harlow looked to Bonnie, who also gave her a nod. Harlow and I were free to do as we pleased and a surge of relief and joy washed over me despite the circumstances. I took Harlow by the hand, and we left the bar."Where are we going?" she asked when we got outside."Is my place ok with you?""More than ok." She smiled.We hadn't slept in about thirty hours at this point, and we were both covered in dirt, sweat, and spattered blood, but she managed to look beautiful. So much bad had happene
CyrusHarlow looked small and sad in the bed next to me. I hated what I was telling her, but she had to know the truth."Her name was Jenny," I said. "She was one of the people the Blood Dogs helped get out of a bad situation. We were together when the split happened, so she came with me. I asked her to be my mate and turned her with the mating mark. She died in my arms."A tear slid down Harlow's cheek. I wiped it with my hand."I'm sorry I didn't say anything about this earlier," I continued. "And I'm not telling you now to try to hurt you. I just need you to understand where I'm coming from in all of this. I know Brat made it through her first shift, but it could have just as easily gone the other way. The stakes are real, and they're personal to me."Harlow gave a sad nod. Her big brown eyes were full of tears by now, and more slid down her cheeks. I felt awful unloading this on her. Especially after what we'd just shared."Maybe I should go," she said, sitting up.I placed
Harlow"Are you serious?" Cyrus asked, shocked."Tank and Butch both agree," Blayze said. "It was a mistake to strip you of your patch in the first place. It wasn't fair to treat you that way, especially standing between you and Harlow." I was so relieved to hear this. I'd felt so guilty about Cyrus losing his patch. "Thanks, Blayze," Cyrus said."So is that a yes? Are we good?" Blayze asked. Blayze reached into his pocket and held a new VP patch up, extending it to Cyrus."Yeah, we're good." Blayze and Cyrus gave each other another quick hug. I saw Arlene wipe a tear from her eye. "Aww, my boys," she said with a smile. The warm feelings in the room subsided, however as the holy elder, Jedediah Goode, asked people to gather around into some kind of prayer circle. Bonnie entered and stood near me, watching this display suspiciously."Everyone, please join me in prayer," Goode said. Several people from both packs tilted their heads back and closed their eyes. "Selene,
Harlow"I've been doing some thinking," Stella said as we made our way to the porch. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for being such an a**hole at the potluck. You saved my life yesterday.""I don't know about that," I said."No, seriously. I know I just took a shot to the leg, but if you hadn't helped me get outta there, I might have been one of the wolves that was buried today. Thank you.""You're welcome.""And I wanted to ask you something," she added. "Do you think you could put in a word with Bonnie? If she'd let me, I'd really like to be a prospect for the Blood Dogs."That took me completely by surprise. "I don't wanna be a sweet butt anymore," Stella said. "I've been hanging around the Howlers hoping that one of them will realize I'll be a good mate. Yesterday was a wake-up call. I don't wanna die waiting for some guy to finally decide that I'm worth it. I wanna find worth in myself. I'd like to be a real MC member. Do you think Bonnie would go for it?""She took a big risk