Chapter 31
I didn’t notice running up the steps any more than I’d paid attention to speeding down them, so intent was I upon plotting Shepard’s total defeat. But I paused in front of Derek’s prison rather than diving right into my next maneuver, watching through the window and assessing the way the other shifter moved.
The male was larger than me. Stronger. But he was also a wee bit squeamish, his grace less present than it might once have been.
In contrast, my mind was more resilient than ever. And I was confident my lupine body was plenty strong enough to win.
“I need the key,” I told a passing shifter, not bothering to consider the male’s identity as I spoke to the air beside his head. He was one of Dakota’s less important underlings, if I recalled correctly, likely included in the
