Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 80

SEAN

The car arrives at the gate of a community of apartment buildings. The landscaping is sparse and while the buildings appear clean and well-maintained, there’s no debating that the residences are old. I know this area of town is considered a neutral territory. A number of rogues have taken refuge here, living amongst humans at the bottom of the food chain.

I’m not surprised Grace landed here. She would not have had many other options.

I parked, get out of the car, enter through the footpath for visitors, and search the specific units.

I can follow Grace’s scent.

It’s faint. But distinct.

Her scent altered after prison, I note.

I didn’t think that sort of thing was possible, but perhaps losing her wolf contributed to the change.

I walk toward the east building and stop in front of a narrow door.

Is Grace really living here?

It’s a shithole.

The unit is so small, I wonder if it is anything more than a single room. The paint is chipping from the door and peeling from the window shutters.

I listen. I hear movement inside.

I’m about to knock but I sense the presence of another wolf approaching.

I slide into the over grown trees and hedges on the side of the walkway, dipping into the shadows there. And wait.

A tall figure approaches, following the same path I did.

Sean was about to knock on the door when he heard footsteps.

As the figure gets closer and closer, my eyes grow wider and wider. The occasional speculation that he had thought was impossible had finally become a possibility.

It is Alpha Jason!

There is no way it’s just a resemblance.

And it’s not just the physical appearance but the raw power that surrounds him. A wolf only amassed that amount of might with several thousand wolves connected to him. So it’s the combined force of the many packs that Jason Reed controls that give him the power he possesses.

Jason's clothes are still the same as the ones from yesterday. Why... Why is Jason here?!

I feel a chill rising from the soles of my feet, my body getting colder and colder, as the ramifications of this begin to take shape.

Finally, Jason stands in front of the narrow door and he raises his hand to gently knock.

A moment later, someone opened the door and said, "You're back."

The soft voice and sweet smile belong to Grace.

My Grace.