Enticing Their Mate (Pack Wars #6)(13)

His eyes swirled a goldish color and his pupils dilated. She wanted to lower her gaze to see if his nails had grown, but when one incisor peeked out, she had her answer. Fear settled heavily in her gut.

“Just come to work when asked. You may go.”

She didn’t need to be told twice.





Chapter Six





It would be a bold move on Connolly’s part to waltz into the wolf’s den and tell Statler how to run his business, but he’d been trained to pull off this type of con. From what the General had said, Statler exuded confidence and liked to intimidate at every opportunity. While Connolly didn’t want to get into a pissing match with him, he wouldn’t mind going a round or two. Often times, bullies only responded to other bullies.

Swiping Darnell’s card at the front entrance to the warehouse, the door clicked open. Piece of cake. The guard had his uses after all.

From the diagram the Field brothers had provided him, he knew the location of Statler’s office as well as the placement of the women, but he wanted to sense the vibe of the area before charging into the man’s office. Connolly didn’t immediately spot any guards or either of the nurses. Then again, if there were only two guards per shift, they could cover only so much territory. He’d already seen the guard outside, but if that man had been his employee, he’d have fired his ass for taking a smoke break and failing to sense a newcomer nearby.

As much as Connolly wanted to wander, if Sarah saw him, he feared she might recognize him as the man who’d tailed her, and then call attention to him. This past week he’d spent much of his time making his presence known; he’d wanted her to be aware that she had a shadow. It would make her pay more attention to her surroundings.


When he wasn’t trying to keep Sarah safe, he’d left some not-so-subtle hints around the warehouse to imply someone was casing the joint. Connolly wanted to believe it was what prompted Statler to call in the security team in the first place. His master plan was to show Statler how much he needed a new head of security.

As he strode toward Statler’s office, disbelief swamped him that alarms weren’t sounding at the intrusion. It didn’t matter he’d used a swipe card to enter. There should have been cameras to detect he wasn’t the owner of the badge. According to the General, Statler’s old lab was top notch, implying he wasn’t oblivious to possible threats. Once he moved, he must have thought that without many people coming and going, no one would notice him. However, he had hired a firm to beef up the security, and Dante and Trax had an appointment tomorrow to load the place up with cameras—cameras they’d be monitoring remotely.

It was time to convince Statler that he needed a new security man. Connolly knocked on the office door and pushed it open. Waiting for Statler to answer would have given the man the upper hand. As soon as he stepped inside, he almost smiled at the hair that had sprouted on Statler’s face—a sign his shifting had begun.

“Who the f*ck are you?” He had to give Statler credit for keeping his voice within range.

“Someone who’s going to save your ass.” Connolly widened his stance and crossed his arms, probably looking like a cross between Paul Bunyan and Mr. Clean—though he was nothing like either fictional character.

Statler pushed back his chair and it toppled behind him. Claws extended, he strode partway around his desk, stopped, and then straightened his blue striped suit jacket. Inhaling deeply, he attempted to stand tall, though in Connolly’s opinion, he failed to pull off the power pose.

“To answer your question, I used to work for Harvey Couch, but I left the country for a while until things cooled down.” Connolly used his Scottish accent for affect. It was widely known that werewolves from Scotland had the purest blood.

“You worked for Couch?” Apparently, the name still held awe. Harvey Couch had been the head of the Colter organization until his untimely death.

“Yes. He and I had the same philosophy toward General Armand.”

Looking more composed, Statler stepped back behind his desk. “How did you get in?”

“On my own two feet. Your security is piss poor, by the way. Highly unsophisticated.” Statler winced at the last word. “That’s where I come in. You see, I want you to succeed. Prosper. Grow your business. I want to thwart the General more than life itself.”

“Why?”

Connolly had his answer ready. “His men killed my brother.” He growled and narrowed his eyes. That might have been overkill, but men like Statler liked hearing tales of the General’s wicked deeds.

His chin notched up, though Connolly could detect a hint of fear. “How did you find me?”

He wasn’t going to play twenty questions with the man. “Do you need help or not?”

Statler tugged on his lapels and pursed his lips. His gaze darted right then left. “One of my guards took off yesterday and I could use a replacement.”

“For starters, you need more than a replacement guard.” Connolly could almost detect the steam coming from the man’s nose. As much as Statler probably wanted to tear his head off, he was smart to realize he could use the help more.

“I’m having security cameras installed here tomorrow, but I’ll need someone to oversee the operation. You interested in the job?”

Saying yes right away would toss the power back into Statler’s hands. “Might be. Let’s talk compensation.”