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Dark Lies (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 3)

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Jaxson shrugged noncommittally, so I said, “Fine. I’ll come in tomorrow.”

Harlow cursed. “Tomorrow? Why not tonight?”

I was so in over my head. I had no idea where Jaxson stood with the Order, but I knew he was into something illegal, and I also knew he had people loyal to him at the Hall of Inquiry. I’d seen cops all around town treat him like a king.

But that was one minefield I wasn’t going to wander too far into—not without coaching. “I’m pretty shaken at the moment and need to get fixed up. Tomorrow, I’ll come in. Promise.”

There was a long pause. “Do you need a place to stay? I can offer one, same as before.”

Jaxson’s expression went dark, and Sam raised her eyebrows.

I blushed and looked around at Jaxson’s apartment. When I glanced back at him, his arms were crossed and muscles flexed, and he was boring into me with his eyes.

Danger. But not the kind she was thinking.

“I’m safe where I am. Goodnight,” I said.

“Wait!” Harlow shouted across the line. “Can you tell me anything? Were they bikers? Did they have the twin-wolf tattoo?”

I paused. “They were bikers, yes, but without bikes. I didn’t see anyone with a twin-wolf, but one guy had a big wolf skull pierced by crossed arrows. Does that mean anything to you?”

“Yes. That’s the Arrowhead Disciples, an outlaw MC with people all over Indiana and Michigan. Do you think you could describe your assailants or identify them from photos?”

My heart leapt. That was something, at least. I was tempted to head down there immediately to find out more in person, but I knew Jaxson wouldn’t have it.

“I’ll draw them for you tomorrow,” I said, and hung up as weariness overcame me. I just couldn’t deal with it tonight.

Sam crossed her arms. “That’s interesting. Arrowheads Disciples. It’s not one of the clubs we work with. Do we know anything about them?”

Jaxson grunted. “No. They’ve never been in our territory, as far as I know, but our pack doesn’t deal with outlaw MCs. That said, I can find someone who knows.”

“So what’s our plan?” I asked.

He worked his jaw and studied me intently. “I have my own thoughts, but you’re the one with a bullseye on your back. What do you want to do? Rely on the cops?”

My fingers twitched. It was the logical choice: let someone handle it legally. But I just couldn’t do it.

As a kid, my parents had warned me about the cops. Alma believed they were all in on some wacky conspiracy. My aunt and cousin were certainly on the wrong side of the law, as it seemed was Jaxson.

So far, the only things the cops had done for me was give me tickets and shrug their shoulders at my parents’ deaths and my werewolf attacks.

I bit my lip. “Honestly? I want to hit those bastards back. An eye for an eye. I’m tired of running for my life.”

Jaxson smiled. “Okay, then. Eye for an eye. They marched into my bar and tried to grab you on my turf. Tomorrow, we find out where the Arrowhead Disciples hang out, grab one of their guys, and make them talk.”

God, I knew it was probably reckless and illegal, but a dark shiver of anticipation swept up my spine.

We knew who they were. And tomorrow, after long weeks of being constantly hounded and chased, I was going to be the one doing the hunting.


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