been true: the pack had gotten wrapped up in hers. She was a creeping vine
that had entangled everything, dragging it down into a twisted mess.
But what could I do?
I swirled the whiskey in my glass and stared out at the moon, which was
low over the horizon. “We hunt down Kahanov. It’s the only way forward.”
Regina was staring out at the same scene, leaning with her hands on the
rail. “The reports of sleeping wolves keep coming in, Jax. We’re at five now.
If we hand her over, this could all end.”
I turned and growled. “We’re not bending to his demands, and we’re not
handing Savannah over. That’s final.”
She winced. “Just saying it’s an option.”
The deep ache in my chest that had started a few hours ago was growing,
and my temper was shorter than it should have been.
“You okay, Jax?” Sam’s brow furrowed as she watched me closely.
Regina also had a concerned expression on her face.
“I’m fine.” I checked my phone. Nothing more from Damian Malek, and
I put it away. “Damian is still raking the Magic Side muck for the Viper, but
last I heard, he thinks she’s in the city. She may know what the sorcerer is
after, or where he’s headed.”
“And if she doesn’t?” Regina asked, her voice low enough to be a
whisper.
“Then I seek a seer or summon the dead, or do whatever the hell it takes
to find him.”
Both women looked away, and I glared out at the moon.
I’d resort to that, but only if I had to. Dabbling in prophecy and
fortunetelling was taboo in our pack. But was it any wonder? The fates were
vile creatures, happy to give you just the right answers to lead you to your
doom.
Two weeks ago, I’d sought a fortune teller to help me track down the
person responsible for the abductions. She’d sent me to Savannah, and now