dealing with. She had connections. Dark and dangerous connections from a past even Dean didn’t know about. She had carefully hidden so much from the Dallas pack about the creatures she used to run with. She could easily have Morgan snuffed out of existence. Alexis sat up straighter as her mind raced.
One call and her little problem would be fixed.
One little call and her failure to kill the tramp in the first place would be remedied. She couldn’t do anything from Denver, but a favor from an old acquaintance could change that. She’d created Silver Wolf, and she sure as hell could destroy her.
Oh, she’d figured out what Morgan was fast enough. A white-furred werewolf? She just hadn’t known how to use the information to her advantage—until now.
Someone stood to lose even more than she did with Morgan’s existence. All she had to do was use that to her advantage. It was dangerous dealing with the Dragon again, but if this worked, Morgan’s life would be just a sad smudge of ink in the werewolf history books.
She yanked her cell phone off its charger and stabbed in the number before she could change her mind.
* * * *
“Greyson,” a voice hissed. Not much scared Wolf, but the fine hairs on his arms stood upright at the evil in that voice.
He looked around but there wasn’t enough light to make out where he was, much less who he was speaking to. “Who’s there?”
“The who doesn’t matter. It’s the what you should be concerned with.”
A blinding spotlight shone down on Grey, and he lifted his forearm to shield his eyes. The floor was covered in ancient stone, uneven and crumbling with age. Red stained arches surrounded him in an unending chain but he couldn’t see into the shadows outside the circle of light.
“Okay. What are you then?” His fingers tingled with the urge to Change. He was vulnerable in his paper-thin human skin.
A chuckle, long and deep, trilled around him. It came closer, bouncing around the room as if it came from hundreds of bile-soaked rasps. “You werewolves and your formalities. Fine. You may call me the Dragon. I’ve sought you out as a warning. Claim the silver wolf and you and your newborn family will be slaughtered.”
“Doesn’t sound like a warning. Sounds like a threat.”
“Don’t step on my courtesy, dog. Use it. Run away from Silver Wolf and you will live. Claim her and I will take my time with you.”
Something even darker than the shadows stood on the edge of the light. Grey squinted but couldn’t make out the face.
“Why do you care?”
A long hiss sounded. “Because she and her kind are a threat to my people.”
Grey’s eyes sagged, and his limbs became too heavy to move. He fought to keep his eyes on the veiled figure. As he fell backward, a shadow lurched from the dark, its gleaming white fangs intent on his throat.
Grey sat up in bed, gasping for breath. A dream. It was just a dream. His body ached and sweat soaked his clammy skin. When he looked down at his hands, they were already mid Change. He yelled as the final wave of pain took him.
“Grey!” Dean said as he pounded on the door. “You okay, man? Crap. Don’t attack me!” He opened the door slowly as Grey hunched defensively on his bed. He pulled his lips over his teeth and focused on Dean’s tripping pulse. His eyes were wide and the stink of worry and confusion filled the room.
“Look, boss. We don’t have time for this. We have a meeting with the silversmith and we are already going to be late. This guy doesn’t wait around, and it’s not like we can find another one on short notice. I’m going to shut the door and give you some space to Change. We have to go, though. Grey? Think about Morgan.” The door clicked closed.
Morgan. She would be running wedding errands. For their wedding. He sighed and let go of the bloodlust. Killing his friend wouldn’t fix the dream. He lay on the bed and let the pain wash over him again.
Dean sat on the sprawling leather couch downstairs watching highlights from last night’s basketball game. He looked up as Grey hit the creaky stair. “What the hell man? You said to be over here early and then you wouldn’t let me in. And then when I break in, you’re Changed in your bedroom?”
Grey’s voice was raspy, like he hadn’t used it in a while. Changing