Page 11 (1/2)

“First, let him out, sir”

Slade snorted “He took the key with him”

“Does Dr Warner have his phone?”

Slade grabbed the shrink’s phone from the desk and crushed it “No”

The rew quiet and waited

After five minutes, the door opened

Slade rauns They scrambled up and shot at hiht the scent of an exit to the caverns

Cricket left the underground headquarters Rotten luck Rylee had apparently left on business and wouldn’t be back until the evening Wait until she hears what happened Trevor and his security team threw her out I should have some say in Slade’s treatment, but will anybody listen? No Jerks Go ahead then, follow your damn pack rules

Cricket needed the outdoors She needed to ride She needed Spitfire Her fiery bay Arabian orated her

Spitfire neighed as Cricket approached Since their headquar

ters stood above a real working Montana ranch, they acquired horses and desensitized them to olves Not an easy task for horses to be comfortable around predators, but Cricket had a knack for it, especially since to most prey she smelled more human than wolf

Cricket reached in a bag, pulled out a fresh carrot and handed it to Spitfire “Hey, girl Ready for a nice run?” A ride would take herways bothered her the most Maybe her insane attraction to him should worry her more?

Cricket guided Spitfire out of her stall, and then saddled her “Let’s get as far from here as possible” She led the mare out, mounted, and then clucked

On a flat trail, Cricket asked the allop through thethe riverbank Cricket dismounted and soaked in the afternoon sun Soon, she’d need to return for dinner Back to her charge Slade had lost it again, and by now,hi freely had obviously been a mistake She sat down and stared out at the distant fall colors on the trees as Spitfire grazed

Maybe she should have stayed at her station, or better yet, insisted on staying by Slade’s side when he went nuts with the shrink How? She couldn’t disobey alpha Trevor What if they hurt him? Cricket rubbed her brow, a headache threatened Why should I give a rat’s ass about him?