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Daisy smirks behind her as the silence grows deafening.
I wipe my face as Callus tosses me a glare.
“Of course, Ms. Rawlins,” he says as he looks away. I don’t need to see his face to know he has plastered some smarmy worm-like expression on his features.
The arrogant fucking prick.
“My team is already on the way,” I grind out. Callus stiffens and I smile coldly at the back of his head. “You may want to extend that guest status, Alpha.”
Tension thrums through his back, but he inclines his head. “You will keep me informed of every step of the investigation, Faust.” He shoves his hand through his now damp hair and peers at me over his shoulder. “And I’ll find Ebony to assist you.”
It’s more than I expected, so I nod.
He storms off and the pack members that shoved their way under the trees with us disperse toward the edge of the field. Close enough to watch, but not get in the way.
Nisha continues to breathe heavy nearby, and her anger rings her in a raw cloud of emotion. It’s all I can do not to reach for her. To soothe the beast I know is swimming very close under her skin.
My eyes meet Daisy’s and I jerk my chin. The other woman walks over to Nisha and speaks in a low voice. Nisha slowly turns away and they move back out into the sun with the rest of the pack.
Despite her familiarity with trauma, with her attack still so fresh …
She doesn’t need to deal with this shit too.
Caine’s balmy heat pours over my side.
“Go wait for Gage,” I tell him.
“What are you going to do?”
I look at him and finally let the light spill from my eyes. “Hunt.”
Chapter 15
Tanner
I sniff along the dead male’s body, pulling old blood and musk deep into my lungs. There is a snap nearby and my head jerks up as a familiar midnight wolf slips between the trees, two broad shouldered timber wolves close on her heels.
Dark mist swirls and a lean dark-skinned woman steps free.
My eyes roam from her bare feet up to the cornrows of her long, shiny hair. She smirks at my scrutiny, and once again, I can't decide if it would be more fun to fuck her or fight her.
“Tanner,” she says in way of a greeting. Her voice is low, sultry. Rolling.
“Ebony.”
She inclines her head and the pack thetas slip away.
She leans against a slim oak, skin tight leather shorts low on her hips. Her body is all muscle and hard lines. Little curve. But as the pack’s enforcer, she doesn't need big breasts and a tight ass to bring the other animals to their knees.
She waits, appraising me from black eyes. “Callus asked me to aid you.”
I step to the side, giving her an unobscured view of the dead male. Her expression remains impassive. Empty. But she pushes from the tree to walk closer.
“Recognize him?” I ask as her keen eyes track over the body.
“Depends.”
“On?”
