Chapter 37
I didn’t have long to stew over my disappointment. Because the werewolves who’d surrounded the jail earlier in the day turned out not to be the only ones on the prowl. Instead, as we neared Eddie and Sarah’s residence, the scent of fur became so strong I could smell it streaming through the car’s open vents.
Except our current pursuers weren’t strangers. Motorcycle after motorcycle slipped in behind us as we turned off the highway, and I narrowed my eyes at the glint of sunlight reflecting off Dakota’s blond head.
Betrayer. My wolf wanted to ride back to Eddie’s house and pull out the full defenses of our stepfather’s tower. To use cannons and guns to s*******r the female who had left me to be captured by SHRITA agents because it was too much trouble to roll me into a waiting
