This is no different than pepper spray or guns. You, of all people, should
understand that.”
I clutched the vials of wolfsbane, feeling sick to my stomach. This wasn’t
a mom-and-pop shop—this was a goddamned factory. My cousin was a nice
guy, but how could I accept that he and his parents were involved in such
evil?
“I don’t understand. This is wrong, Casey, and you of all people should
see that.” I climbed into the truck and slammed the door.
As I drove past the guard’s booth, I glanced in the rearview mirror. Casey
was standing beside his car with a tortured expression on his face.
Was this what my parents had been wrapped up in, too? Had they blown
themselves up while manufacturing chemical weapons that killed
werewolves?
I brushed aside the tear that slid down my cheek as I drove toward the
Midway Dens. Here I’d thought that Jaxson and the pack were the monsters,
but the sad truth that was beginning to surface was far worse.
Maybe the real monsters had been my family all along.
16
Jaxson
I clenched my phone as I took the elevator down to the lobby. Savannah
had called me ten minutes ago and ordered me to meet her outside. Ordered.
Me.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
The doors opened, and I cursed the fates as I strode toward the glass door.
“Sir.” The bellman nodded and opened the door for me, and I handed him
a fifty.
My truck was idling in front of the building in the No Parking zone,
Savannah Caine sitting in the driver’s seat like she owned the godsdamned
thing. The problem was, she looked fucking good driving my truck.
I reached for the door handle. It was locked. Savannah glanced at me and