Chapter 102
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I had taken Briar’s truck back to her place, not wanting them to see the Sheriff vehicle if they
were here; the less they knew the better. Still in just a pair of sweatpants, Mazzie and I stood
at the foot of the porch steps, looking at the massive vase of lily of the valley. I growled and
Mazzie just nodded. She understood my feelings right now. We had been here before with the
roles reversed. Nex had paid the ultimate price, and I wasn’t even bothered by it. Putting this
‘Alpha‘ down would be child’s play if it came down to that. These chair room corporate
‘Alphas‘ didn’t know how a real wolf bit.
The thing was, there wasn’t a sign of anything out of the miss, just the scent delivery girl who
placed the arrangement on the front porch. She smelled of pack, a person just doing the job.
she was asked to do. I used Briar’s keys to open the front door, nothing had been disturbed,
and Ole Betty was still perched at the door. I picked it up and rested it on my shoulder as my
eyes scanned the rest of the house. Mazzie eyed the gun as we worked through the house, not
a word spoken, just the silent knowing of how we entered and cleared each section. We
stepped out the back sliders and transformed after we shed our clothes. After patrolling every
inch of the property and coming up with nothing, we concluded Misty was right, his people
weren’t even here yet. I snatched the card from the arrangement, my anger fuming.
Addy
I’m coming for you
Creedon
Mazzie glanced over my shoulder at the writing. Her growl, as menacing as mine, as we pulled
our clothes back on.
We got into the truck, and before I could throw it in gear, she caught my arm.
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“Remember the endgame, Carter. You wanted her to choose you first. You either tell her
everything now, or you continue doing what you have been to earn her trust, either way, when
you tell her, she will see your omission as a betrayal. Remember, she has never known what
she is. That’s a lot on a person alone, adding in all the rest.”
She was right, Briar wasn’t ready; she would retreat. Treading carefully where her delicate

but this may set her back. I get that it will be hard for you, but you have to endure it, or you
“Can you call Misty?” I asked, as I set Ole Betty against the wall at the front door. Mazzie
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