His voice echoed in disgust. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was his or mine.
I jotted the details down.
Not a dog. Not a fox. The faint thread I’d caught in the conference room—old, bloodline-deep, refusing a clean name.
A wolf.
But not a wolf.
I placed my notebook and pen back into my satchel. When I stood, I set it on the chair before I leaned over him.
Before he could say anything, I swiped the covers back and grabbed what remained of his balls, slapping my other hand over his mouth. The hospital gown was the only barrier between us. I squeezed.
His scream was muffled.
Kael didn’t need prompting. He growled.
My snout lengthened. Bone shifting just enough. Teeth dropping forward.
Just enough to be unmistakable.
His eyes were so wide I thought they would pop right out of his skull. His sobs resumed against my palm.
Just as quickly, I morphed back.
“If you ever mention a word about this incident, or attempt to contact Nika Horvat—well. You’ve seen what I am. I won’t stop at your balls. Nod if you understand.”
He nodded. Frantic. Repeated. Like a man who had finally located the correct response and was unwilling to risk a second one.
I removed my hand just in time to see him piss himself.
I wiped my hand on his blanket, just in case.
“Excellent,” I said cheerfully, turning to lift my satchel.“No one will be in touch. Unless you make us.”
When I left, I made sure my head was tilted downwards. The last thing I wanted was to be caught on the hospital’s CCTV.
We should kill him once he’s released, Kael growled.
The partial shift had excited him.
No need. He’ll have nightmares about us for as long as he lives. He’ll probably end up in a mental care facility.
He didn’t say anything.
But the energy shifted once we were outside.
We only had one thing on our minds.
Nika Horvat and her bad wolf.
Chapter 22
Nika
When I opened the door and sniffed the air, it was clean.
Working from home had come to an end.
