Wolf’s Honor: Caedmon Wolves Book Six Read Free

the two extremes. They could sit back and watch their Pack become obsolete, or they could take matters into their own hands.
    Connor and Devin shook hands and then gave each other a brotherly hug with a few pats on the back.
    “I’ve had a surge in outside requests for our protective services over the past few months, that’s for sure,” Connor replied. “Other than that, I’ve been holding up well. What about you, fearless leader?”
    Connor followed Devin’s lead to the seating area surrounding an intimate set up of glasses and a bottle of what looked like bourbon or whiskey.
    “I’ve been busy with Pack acquisitions and expansions,” Devin said as they sat down. “Tristan and I are making headway on universal enforcement for both Packs. Your coming to see me was good timing. We could really use your expertise where the human laws are concerned.”
    Connor was humbled that both leaders had thought of him while discussing Pack politics. “I’d be honored to give my knowledge and serve in any way I can. In fact, my reason for coming to speak with you has everything to do with the preservation of our kind.”
    Devin’s brows came slightly together and he settled back in his chair. “Word of the killings has reached me already, Connor.”
    Connor sighed in relief. This wasn’t the reaction he’d expected, but it was better than an overreaction or utter surprise. Devin Caedmon was rumored to be the most laid back of the two leaders. Both Alphas had feral tempers, but Tristan was quick to reveal his bad side without much hesitation, or so the word was on the streets. Devin was a little stealthier about his reactions. When he unleashed his anger, most never anticipated it.
    “Then you must already know the human authorities plan to intervene if something isn’t done about these murders?” Connor asked. “There are already leads, and before long, they’ll be linked to us.”
    Devin’s jaw clenched. “This is not their battle.”
    “The witch is dead.” Connor swallowed. “Are we at odds with something or someone else?”
    Devin leaned forward to pull two glasses together and filled them.
    Connor inhaled briefly, confirming that the beverage was a fine bourbon. And aged to perfection. He accepted the glass and took a couple gulps of the smooth concoction.
    “Yes, we destroyed the witch, Shanhah. It’s almost been a year. Her followers have been reduced to nothing. We’re being targeted by another faction.”
    “And let me guess. We don’t know who that is yet?”
    “I don’t rely on theories,” Devin stated. “I need solid facts.”
    Connor placed his glass on the table and faced the Alpha. “I’d be honored to bring you facts. I have a team--”
    “I don’t want the Feds involved. None at all .”
    “They won’t be. I will personally head this mission. We need to intervene before the humans do.”
    “And Maxim Sr.? Isn’t he still employed by the Pentagon in the Force Protection division? Or has he been forced into retirement?”
    When Devin rose as Alpha, he stayed true to the original agreement between Maxim Sr. and the late Daniel. The checks continued and thus Maxim Sr. kept his end of the bargain. During the period of transition over the last few years, no pressing matters quite like this one had risen.
    “That’s the thing about this," Connor replied. "He’s the one who brought me the news of the Fed’s growing suspicions that the murders could be linked to us. Since the shit has already gotten back to his direct reports, they’ve put a deadline out there. Pass the deadline and they will get involved. None of us will be able to stop them and they will come knocking at your door.”
    Devin slammed down his drink, causing everything on the table to bounce. “I don’t answer to the goddamn Feds.”
    Connor was silent for a while. “Let me assist by providing a team to investigate on all levels. Would this not give your Council more time and resources to find out what group is