make sure that everything was still running smoothly.
“When you return tomorrow, you will take me to the disposal area.”
“What?” He heard both shock and fear in her voice.
So she was definitely hiding something from him.
“You heard me. You will take me there tomorrow. Show me where you dispose of them.”
“You said you never wanted to go there,” she protested, her tone desperate. “You didn’t want to risk anyone associating you with…that part of the mission.”
He gripped the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles turned white and his claws curved out and sank into the wood. “I gave you an order, Petra.”
“But…you said people are asking questions. They’ll be watching us. It won’t be safe. I can’t do it.”
Panic and red-hot fury swelled up in him and threatened to choke him. Damn it, damn it. He sensed his control over her slipping. She’d never argued with him like this in the past. He wanted to scream, to threaten her, but she knew too much. He had to get her back to pack lands first. Then he could take care of her.
“Listen,” he gritted out. “We’ve been working on this for twenty years. We are not going to abandon all our plans now. You’re as much a part of this as I am.”
“I know.” Her voice was miserable rather than proud. She was ashamed of his perfect plans. She was ashamed of what they’d done to bring the pack glory.
When the time came, she’d die slowly, he vowed.
“The Pack Games are in two months, and after we win, we will have enough supporters in our corner to overturn that rule. I will be Alpha. Then I will consider ending the program.”
“Really?” Her voice was hopeful. She believed him. Stupid bitch. Such poor genes in his lineage; he was ashamed, which made him even angrier.
“Really.” He forced all his rage down, but it was still there, a seething volcano about to erupt. “Talk to you tomorrow,” he choked out, and hung up. Then he hurled the phone across the room and it hit the wall.
He grabbed a chair and began bashing it on the floor as red fury flooded through his body.
“Earvin?” The astonished voice of his Mage, Nathaniel, raked through the mist of rage that consumed him. He looked up with a snarl, realized he was halfway shifted. He forced his wolf back down.
“Are you here to question me too?” he barked at him.
“Question you?” Nathaniel gasped. “Oh, no, of course not. Never. I came to offer my support.”
“Weaklings! Cowards! Traitors!” Earvin howled. The most infuriating thing of all was that he even had to hide like this, that he had to carry out his program in secret. The sickly and weak had no right to live; they should be eliminated at birth, without question. Someday, when he had enough power, he’d make that the law of the land.
“Sir,” Nathaniel said timidly. “The council is coming. They’re right outside. I think I hear them in the hall. Sir, please, can you control yourself?” He was cowering, his tone pleading.
More traitors come to question him! Earvin’s fury boiled over and he went full wolf. He had just enough control to stop himself from attacking the astonished council members as he raced past them in the hallway. He ran down the hall, out the front door and into the woods, tearing through the underbrush in a frenzy.
Chapter Eighteen
“So, no meeting after all,” Mary said.
Jarrod shook his head. “No meeting. No changes with Briony – she’s still heavily sedated. But it’s a beautiful evening and I’ve got dinner set up for us on the balcony. Maybe we can forget our worries for one day and have a beautiful evening together. There’s just one thing left that I need to do.”
Mary glanced at the wall. It was 7:00 p.m. sharp. They had fifty minutes.
“Give me your phone,” Jarrod said to Mary.
“Why?”
“I need to make a phone call.”
She handed it to him, and he scrolled through her contacts.She heard Hilda’s outraged squawk. “You dare call me
“When you return tomorrow, you will take me to the disposal area.”
“What?” He heard both shock and fear in her voice.
So she was definitely hiding something from him.
“You heard me. You will take me there tomorrow. Show me where you dispose of them.”
“You said you never wanted to go there,” she protested, her tone desperate. “You didn’t want to risk anyone associating you with…that part of the mission.”
He gripped the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles turned white and his claws curved out and sank into the wood. “I gave you an order, Petra.”
“But…you said people are asking questions. They’ll be watching us. It won’t be safe. I can’t do it.”
Panic and red-hot fury swelled up in him and threatened to choke him. Damn it, damn it. He sensed his control over her slipping. She’d never argued with him like this in the past. He wanted to scream, to threaten her, but she knew too much. He had to get her back to pack lands first. Then he could take care of her.
“Listen,” he gritted out. “We’ve been working on this for twenty years. We are not going to abandon all our plans now. You’re as much a part of this as I am.”
“I know.” Her voice was miserable rather than proud. She was ashamed of his perfect plans. She was ashamed of what they’d done to bring the pack glory.
When the time came, she’d die slowly, he vowed.
“The Pack Games are in two months, and after we win, we will have enough supporters in our corner to overturn that rule. I will be Alpha. Then I will consider ending the program.”
“Really?” Her voice was hopeful. She believed him. Stupid bitch. Such poor genes in his lineage; he was ashamed, which made him even angrier.
“Really.” He forced all his rage down, but it was still there, a seething volcano about to erupt. “Talk to you tomorrow,” he choked out, and hung up. Then he hurled the phone across the room and it hit the wall.
He grabbed a chair and began bashing it on the floor as red fury flooded through his body.
“Earvin?” The astonished voice of his Mage, Nathaniel, raked through the mist of rage that consumed him. He looked up with a snarl, realized he was halfway shifted. He forced his wolf back down.
“Are you here to question me too?” he barked at him.
“Question you?” Nathaniel gasped. “Oh, no, of course not. Never. I came to offer my support.”
“Weaklings! Cowards! Traitors!” Earvin howled. The most infuriating thing of all was that he even had to hide like this, that he had to carry out his program in secret. The sickly and weak had no right to live; they should be eliminated at birth, without question. Someday, when he had enough power, he’d make that the law of the land.
“Sir,” Nathaniel said timidly. “The council is coming. They’re right outside. I think I hear them in the hall. Sir, please, can you control yourself?” He was cowering, his tone pleading.
More traitors come to question him! Earvin’s fury boiled over and he went full wolf. He had just enough control to stop himself from attacking the astonished council members as he raced past them in the hallway. He ran down the hall, out the front door and into the woods, tearing through the underbrush in a frenzy.
Chapter Eighteen
“So, no meeting after all,” Mary said.
Jarrod shook his head. “No meeting. No changes with Briony – she’s still heavily sedated. But it’s a beautiful evening and I’ve got dinner set up for us on the balcony. Maybe we can forget our worries for one day and have a beautiful evening together. There’s just one thing left that I need to do.”
Mary glanced at the wall. It was 7:00 p.m. sharp. They had fifty minutes.
“Give me your phone,” Jarrod said to Mary.
“Why?”
“I need to make a phone call.”
She handed it to him, and he scrolled through her contacts.She heard Hilda’s outraged squawk. “You dare call me
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