14
Nash
I’m in a room full of wolves. Half are huge tattooed bikers, the other half brawny miners murmuring to each other in Spanish.
My motley pack is at my back.
“Kylie hacked the government files. We have the coordinates for Santiago’s villa. Here.” Jackson points to a satellite view map. “From what it looks like, a private compound near a landing strip outside La Ceiba.”
“Nash,” Jackson calls. “What do you think? You’re lead on this.” I know what the words cost him. His wolf is more dominant than any I’ve ever met. Almost too dominant to run a pack. Maybe that’s why he focuses his energy into running a billion-dollar company.
I straighten as all eyes fall on me. My lion is calm. He’s relishing the chance to spill enemy blood, but more than that, he wants to be in charge. It makes
