I didn’t let a flicker of alarm cross my face. I stayed reclined, playing possum.
After a while, the wolf finished his call and sauntered back to his car—parked diagonally across from mine.
He climbed in, cracked open a drink, and sipped it leisurely. Nothing seemed off.
Maybe it really was just a coincidence?
Leaving Cloud Pack at the same time three nights ago, now heading back at the same hour? Yeah, right. I didn’t buy that kind of luck.
Half an hour passed. I didn’t budge, and neither did he. That sealed it.
Who sent this guy?A Quinn pack hitman?
If he was a killer, why hadn’t he made a move in three days?
Should I call the enforcers? But that would take time, and all I had was suspicion—no hard proof.
He could play innocent, claim he was just on the same route.
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