Every muscle in Eva’s body tensed as she glared at the gun pointed at her face.
“What are you doing?”
Amber matched the heat in her eyes with her own distrust. “That man ruined my life. He took my future away from me and my family. Trust me, this is what he deserves.”
Eva slowed down as a yell floated through the night. She honed in on the direction it came from and slowly slipped down from the tree, landing swiftly on her feet and stepping towards the yell that unmistakably belonged to Peter Arroyo. She could hear his increased breathing and heart-rate as she came across Peter, who was laying under Mateo’s large black wolf, his gun pointed straight at Mateo’s large form. “Careful, Pete. We wo
Laurence stared at the gray tombstone, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pressed black suit. His brothers remained by his side, all of them completely silent as they stared at the burial site. Everything felt like it was happening too fast, but also that it wouldn’t be over soon enough. Laurence pushed back another wave of emotion and swallowed hard, clearing his throat.
Eva lifted her eyebrow and looked warily at Laurence as he placed down a large bowl of pasta in front of her. “Eat. It’s not poisoned.” Eva watched him carefully as he sat beside her, his own bowl of pasta much smaller than hers. She had lost a lot of weight that she needed to gain back. When Laurence picked up his fork, Eva finally did as well and she spooned a forkful of pasta into her
Eva followed as Laurence launched the last of his bags into the back of his truck. The morning dew stuck to her shoes as she tread across the grass, her feet chilling from the moisture. She stood beside him as he gazed at his empty home, only furniture left inside the large house. Eva saw the longing and the pain etched on her mate’s face and a pang of sadness settled in he
5 years later Laurence cursed under his breath as his truck pulled to a stop and he put the vehicle in park. The once glorious pack just north of where he used to call home was now nothing but splintered wood and piles of ripped fabric. The dark home was glowing in the night, lit by some dim lights that managed to remain intact. Five years and three destructive wolves later, Laurence still wasn’t used to seeing the damage these wolves could make on their packs and families.
Eva held her breath as she shimmied along the edge of the building. She carefully held her phone in her hand, her video recorder capturing every last detail that could lead to finding her brother. The murmurs coming from around the corner were too muffled to hear. She slowly stuck her phone around the corner, capturing footage of those who were plotting against her brother. Their voices and conversation may be muffled, but she would finally have a lead as to where to look for her brother. M
Laurence bolted after her, his wolf howling at the distance she had placed between them. She was fast, but so was Laurence. He let his wolf take over and push him quicker. His desperation to reach her overcame him and he followed her out of the alley.
Now more than ever he needed to find Mateo. And he needed to find his mate and determine her connection to his private investigator.Laurence finally made his way back to his brother’s house. He had no idea how long he had been running and burning off steam, but he needed to come back and discuss their next course of action.