Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,188

between his eyes perfectly.

All their gazes returned to Willow as she was spinning her conjured gun in one hand while on the phone with the other.

It was like she hadn't just murdered someone.

"They always say the weakest is the loudest," she casually noted as if she wanted to make conversation. "Anyone else got shit to say? I'm getting bored."

"You think because you took Ronald's eye and a tooth that you ain't going to be caught?" the officer in between the dead guy and Officer Ronald muttered. "They surely know we're missing from the jail and were kidnapped."

"You’ve got a good point," she admitted and slowly walked to the far-right officer, her heels making the perfect sound to heighten the suspense.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Officer...no. Milo Raymond. Twenty-nine. Only joined the force yesterday and was instructed to join Officer Ronald today."

"Fucking black rat," the same gaslighting officer huffed.

"I don't care!" Milo snapped. "You think your fucking words matter. Compared to you tainted-blood fuckers, I didn't agree to this shit. I didn't agree to give any of y'all loyalty or be in this fucking pack of blind puppets!"

The other guy was going to say something, but Willow paused in spinning her gun to shoot the guy's leg. He screamed like a fucking baby, and it only made me smile while everyone else was looking at the guy and then back at Willow as she went back to spinning her gun and staring at Milo.

"If I could give you immunity, what would you do in return?"

"You're not fucking serious." The guy next to Milo finally had something to say. "You're giving this coward immunity? Can't you see who the powerful one here is?"

"Power and cocky are two different things," Willow casually noted, her eyes on Officer Ronald. "I get it now. You're the Alpha."

He laughed as if he weren't in a shit load of pain, putting up a front as his one eye glared at her with so much hate, I was tempted to deal with him first.

My Sweetness was far too delicate to be hated like she'd murdered this man's entire generation.

Funny how the ones who cloaked their hands with innocent blood loved to act like they were the heroes of their messed-up story.

"What are you going to do about it, bitch?! You're just living off spare time at this point. You think you have the upper hand?"

"Maybe," she admitted and returned her eyes to Milo. "Break away from his pack."

Milo's eyes widened and he seemed to flinch as if something loud was pounding in his head. Willow merely observed him as his eyes looked from her to the side - clearly looking at Officer Ronald.

"He's your Alpha, correct?" Willow questioned, catching Milo's attention. "What has he done for you? From the looks of it, he had to be your Alpha for a while to have enough control over you to make you fear being an Omega."

"He was the one who kept me in the dungeon for months of torture to make me ruthless," he admitted.

"You did a good job staying sane," she replied. "Proves you have resilience. Determination. Could have a future if you're powerful enough to survive breaking the bond."

She walked closer to him, her eyes not leaving his. I was sure he was mentally weighing his options, trying to determine if Willow was really playing with his choices for survival or was giving him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape his approaching doom.

"Don't fucking listen to that cunt bitch!" Officer Ronald snapped. "If we're all dying, so are you! You're not getting a free pass!"

"See?" Willow began as she walked around his specific chair. There was enough space for her to slip between Milo and the quieter douchebag in this line of fuckers. I was sure they were trying to figure out what her ploy was, but even that was a mystery to me.

Which I absolutely adored.

Never had I met a woman who knew how to play this game of suspense. Who knew what strings to pull and how to claim allies. We'd done it a few times; many of our security members who'd been loyal to us since Cali were once on the enemy's side.

They had similar stories: forced into the dark side because of their circumstances, whether it was due to being poor, homeless, or in debt because of a sick family member. We gave them salvation in exchange for loyalty and they never turned back.

I wasn't expecting this from Willow, and witnessing it with my own eyes