I creep forward, concealing myself behind a smaller tree.
“What are you doing?” a voice whispers behind me.
“Trying to see what’s going on.”
“It’s initiation week. The legacies assign strange tasks to the new recruits.”
Two figures face each other, their wolf masks, complete with elongated snouts, clearly visible.
“What the hell?” I whisper.
Peeking between two small hills, my eyes widen. A group of guys clad in dark hoodies and cargo pants carry a pot of hot water overhead, walking barefoot across burning coals.
“This is terrible. Isn’t this some kind of hazing?” I ask.
“The legacies do whatever they want. They run this school. And the whole town of Greywood.”
My stomach twists. “No, no way.”
My mind flashes back to my talk with Dustin.
“You don’t own the town of Greywood,” I say sharply.
“My pack leader’s father does,” he scoffs.
My would-be pack are Wolves’ legacies. Bile rises in my throat. I realize I don’t truly know them at all.
I seize Chavelle’s hand and dash back to the large tree.
Fingering my coils, I lock eyes with her. “Is this why you wanted to meet here?”
“Yes. I wanted you to see what your pack really is.”
“They’re not my pack.”
She arches a brow. “Then why did Thatcher react the way he did earlier marking you?”
“He acted like a total jerk. He’s my enemy,” I bite out.
“I belong here at Greywood too. Screw the Barclay pack. It’s time I put out the word I’m looking for a mate. I’ll only seek betas, not alphas. I mean, he did tell all the alphas I’m off limits.”
Chavelle chuckles. “Yeah, he sure did.”
“I’ll report on this. Do you have anything else for me?” I ask.
She sighs. “What I’m about to tell you is top secret. My father, John Braxton, is the Greywood chief of police. I intern atthe Greywood police department and work in the crime lab. One weekend, I was at home when I saw my dad rush out the house. I chased after him and asked where he was going. He said another girl had been found dead. So naturally, I jumped into the truck and went with him.”
Chavelle quickly looks over her shoulder before turning back to face me. “Girls from our school are being murdered.”
I gasp, “What?”
She nods. “And the crime scene had a crucial clue linking it to the Wolves secret society.”
CHAPTER SIX
HARPER
Today I have a new set of classes. I skipped classes Tuesday and Wednesday. Hopefully, none of the alphas are in anymore of my classes. I wish I had slept soundly last night, but I didn’t. Realizing I no longer know the alphas I grew up with shatters me, though they broke my heart back when I was sixteen. I’ll need to increase my scent suppressant dosage as my heat approaches. I tap the button on my phone screen to reserve my spot at the heat clinic two Fridays from now.
