Page 12 of To Hunt A Wolf
Thiago glances back at where two of his security guards are stationed behind him. “Bring her in,” Thiago says.
One of the men walks out and returns a moment later. In his grasp is Kari.
I grab the iron bars and hold tight, biting back a string of curses I already know will be pointless.
Kari growls at the guard. She struggles against him, but it’s not enough.
He shoves her into the center of the room, and she stumbles to a stop beside Thiago.
“Hello, sister.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Oh, I have plenty of other options for that.”
My hands tighten around the bars. “Stop this,” I hiss.
“Mac?” Kari’s eyes widen when she finally sees me.
My heart squeezes.
“What are you doing?” She aims the question at Thiago.
His eyes sparkle with an enjoyment that makes me want to cut them out of their sockets. “I thought you might want to attend this meeting since it involves your friend.”
“Let her go, Thiago.” Kari’s voice is hard. She’s trying to sound tough. But we both know she’s nothing compared to Thiago. He’s more than tough. He’s cruel—and she can’t match that cruelty. She doesn’t have it in her.
“I was just about to do that.” He turns back at me. “Right, Mac?”
I snarl at him.
“Mac, what’s going on?”
Kari knows nothing is ever that simple with Thiago.
“They think I killed your dad,” I say quietly.
“What?” She looks from me to Thiago. “That’s bull shit. Mac would never—”
“He knows that,” I say, and she falls silent.
I sigh, exhaustion setting in. I’m tired. And not just physically. Thiago has worn me down by bringing her here. And he knows it. “He says I can have my freedom if I hunt down the real killer.”
“Then do it,” Kari says.
I give her a look. “It’s not that simple.”
Her brows draw together in confusion. She doesn’t understand, but she won’t ask me. Not here. With him.
Thiago watches our silent exchange, somewhere between bored and impatient.
“Well, little Quinn? Do we have a deal? Or will you submit to the sentence your crime demands?”
“I…”
Kari looks away as if bracing herself for my refusal—and for what will happen after. I tell myself death is better than hunting the real killer. Levi Wild is a torture all his own. One I’d rather die than be subjected to a second time. The first time around was bad enough.
But I’m not inclined to explain that to my new alpha.
