Chance Fur Hire (Bears Fur Hire 6) Read Free

just like Dad. A year just sitting in this dark, abandoned cabin, withering, not being watered or cared for, while Emily had been confined to Hell Hunter training in Anchorage with Uncle Victor.
    She stood suddenly and threw a vase full of dead flowers at the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces. Kneeling down, she dropped her head between her knees and linked her fingers behind her head. “Remember the mission,” she whispered, squeezing a traitorous tear out of her eye. “They aren’t people. They’re animals. Avenge him.”
    Feeling steadier, she let off a long breath and stood. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she grabbed the keys to the ATV and left Dad’s cabin. She’d taken over the payments on this place, but her money would run out soon. That was okay, as long as she got the job done before she lost this house. Then she could go back to the city feeling accomplished for making Alaska, and the world, a safer place.
    She tossed the woods to her right a withering look. The next property over was Lincoln McCall’s land, and the next after that was Dalton Dawson’s land. She was surrounded by werewolves here, but not for long.
    Starting today, she would work her way into the Galena pack and destroy them.
    She revved the ATV engine, then headed for town. It was ten miles of muddy roads, and the four-wheeler wasn’t ideal for the long drive, but Chance might recognize her dad’s truck, so the two-year-old, cherry-red, jacked-up F-150 wasn’t a viable means of transportation anymore. It would draw too much attention. It was a ride only a doctor could afford out here, and the doctor in town had been murdered by monsters.
    She took a mud splat to the face and hated everything. Uncle Victor said that kind of fury was good. He said the more she gave into it, the easier it would be to see the evil in this world. He’d told her it was only rage and hatred that would allow her to see the pack as it really was. Under their human disguise, they were tufts of black smoke and smelled of hellfire because that’s where they’d originated. Hell.
    And now Kate was pregnant with a little demon baby. Congratu-fuckin-lations.
    Emily’s hands shook with the mass of emotion overcoming her as she pulled into a parking spot near the grocery store. From here, she could see the gas station down the street, so she settled in, pulled a chocolate chip granola bar from her jacket pocket, and ate it slowly, waiting for Chance to fall into the first sticky strand of her web.
    “Miss, it’s freezing out here,” a tall, gray-haired man said, shoving his hands deeper into his coat pockets.
    Indeed it was, and now her fingers weren’t just shaking from nerves and anger. A relentless shivering had taken her and wouldn’t ease.
    She gave him an empty fuck-off smile and took another bite of granola.
    “I’m Hardware Jack.” The man arched his bushy silver eyebrows and waited.
    Grrr to small towns.
    With a sigh, she held out her hand and shook his. “Emily V—” She gave a vacant smile and corrected herself. “Emily Chastain.” The last thing she needed was for her real last name to make it around town. Likely everyone knew her father personally. After all, he had been the only town doctor at the medical center.
    Hardware Jack frowned, as if he’d caught the slip, but shook her hand readily enough. “I have a heater inside the hardware store if you are waiting on someone.”
    “Thanks, but polite decline.”
    He hesitated another moment, as if waiting for her to recount her entire life story of why she was here, but she wasn’t interested in making friends. However… “Do you know Lincoln McCall?”
    “Oh yes, ma’am, I do. He’s good people.”
    She declined to snort her disagreement. Neither “good” nor “people” adequately described a werewolf. Bad demon, more like.
    “Are you wanting him for a job?”
    “Yes,” she answered, thinking fast. “What kind of work is he good at?”
    “Construction and