Wicked Werewolf Secret (The Werewolf Society) Read Free Page B

declared Sarah dead. He’d never believed she was dead, never considered the possibility.  
    Then impossibly, six months ago, Sarah had started calling into the Society to report dead rebel wolf bodies needing cleanup. She’d become a vigilante and now she had the council’s attention, the King’s attention.   Not that they were against the rebels destroying the rebels terrorizing innocents and trying to overthrow the government, but she was a wild card who risked exposing them to the humans, and the order was to bring her home for judgment. Kole knew that meant she’d be incarcerated and he wasn’t letting that happen.   Not when he’d failed her, when he’d created what she’d become by letting her parents die.  
    He’d tracked her here, and it hadn’t been easy.   With the help of a little witch he’d once rubbed shoulders with, he’d figured out that Sarah had been using some sort of magic to shield her location. And if he could figure it out, so could Derek. Just being in the same building as her, he could almost taste her kiss again, the sweet flavor of her passion.  
    Unfortunately, Sarah wasn’t the only wolf he scented in the place. There were four others here that he’d already placed at a corner table, drinking beer and laughing. Young wolves, not more than fifty, who’d been foolish enough to follow the rebel movement, using humans like puppets and pawns, power hungry and blood thirsty.   A movement far too many of the elders like himself, those a century or older, and a quarter of a way into their life expectancy, had followed.  
    She was close now, behind him, and he had to give her credit for her skill at masking her hunger for vengeance and revenge. Clearly there was a reason why she’d earned her nickname the ‘raven devil’ beyond her hair color she often used wigs to disguise. Her real skill was that she could mask her emotions, her deep desire for revenge, the hate of the rebels, in a way few, even the ancients of their kind well over a century old like himself could do, let alone a wolf as young as she.  
    He turned slowly, kicking back a tequila shot for the pure burn down his throat that reminded him he was alive and he wanted to stay that way. It didn’t scar like beating his head against a concrete wall, and wolves needed a whole heck of a lot more than a few shots to get drunk. That’s what he’d felt like searching for Sarah, like beating his head against a wall at every damn dead end.  
    He stood up, sensing her movement towards the back of the bar and weaving through the crowd.   A woman stopped in front of him, her hands going to his chest.  
    “Hi good looking. How about a dance?”
    “Sorry, in a rush,” he said, all too aware that Sarah was quickly moving away from him and stepping around the woman, he quickened his steps. He rounded the hallway towards the bathrooms and cursed at the sight of the exit door shutting. Surely, Sarah wasn’t foolish enough to go outside with a group of rebels alone.   But she had been. There was no question about it.
    Kole didn’t even try to be discreet. He’d found Sarah and even if she hated him, and probably did, he had to make things right by her. He had to protect her before his stupid failure to save her parents go her killed, too. Kole pushed through the door, stepping into the dark, unlit alley, shoved back his leather jacket and rested his hand on the silver circles in the leather pouch on his belt. Leaving his gun holstered was the closest he had to discretion. He meant to kill the rebel wolves and he didn’t plan to be coy about it. His gaze shifted to the small black car to his left as Sarah slid into the backseat, followed by a male wolf. Fucking late again. He grimaced and with one eye on the direction the car was traveling, he took off for the front of the building where he’d parked his bike, swearing this time late wouldn’t be too late. The idea that Sarah could already be dead set his pulse into