Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 43

JASON

There are a good many reasons why I brought Grace to my family’s lands. This cabin, while it’s currently called the ‘caretaker’s cabin’ it is actually the first house my grandfather ever lived in. There was nothing for miles in either direction. What he carved as he rose to power ultimately forming our super pack through war and alliance…most people don’t know that Pack Reed had very humble origins.

I’d stay here often as a child.

When my father’s moods ran hot and cold or the darkness claimed him, grandfather would take me here. We’d hunt and cookout. I’d train with his guard. Then at night, I’d fall asleep in the loft, staring at the large window, watching the moon traipse across the sky.

But I can’t share all of this with Grace.

I’ve been holding her hand and I let go of it now.

I can scent her …attraction to me.

It’s not fair, I realize. But I won’t apologize for it.

I will always use every advantage available to me.

“Sit down,” I tell her. I point to the spot in front of the fireplace.

She looks at me oddly but does as I tell her. She crosses the room and sits down on the floor, tucking her legs to one side.

I watch the play of the firelight on her face for a moment.

Then I go to a locked cabinet in the far corner of the room. It holds weapons and medicines as well as an assortment of crypto and passports, should I or my grandfather ever have to leave the country. Additional resources are held by Terrence and we have contingency plans should a larger-scale evacuation be necessary.

Beneath this cabin is a tunnel that runs parallel to the road, emptying out a half mile away. A second tunnel connects the cabin to the mansion—another escape route from the main house.

I open the cabinet and grab a small glass vial.

A second case contains a set of syringes.

I turn back to Grace and her eyes narrow.

“So…Sister… how much do you trust me?”

Her mouth opens with a soft pop but she doesn’t actually speak.

That’s good.