Watch how you speak of my mate. His sentence ended with a snap of his teeth. His wolf backed him up with a lengthy growl.
Harley gave a brief shake of the head. I’m done.Jesse frowned at the half-full plate. She hadn’t eaten enough, but he could hardly blame her for losing her appetite at the mention of the extremists. Harley was just about to show me the hate mail.
It’s all online, she said.Grabbing his laptop from the coffee table, Jesse pushed aside their plates and placed it on the dining table.She slowly raised a brow at Jesse as she returned to her seat. You sure you want to read it after you’ve just eaten? Some of it is pretty graphic.
I’m sure. Jesse sat down, switched on the laptop, and then turned it to face her. Log into your e-mail account, show me what they’ve been sending you.As her fingers flew over the keyboard, Shaya and Ally took the two empty seats at the table. The other wolves remained standing.
I have a new e-mail, said Harley. Her stomach sank as she read it.
Yep. They know I’m alive but they don’t know where I am. And he wanted to teach her what happened to sluts by fucking her in every orifice she had while covering her face with a pillow. It wasn’t a threat he hadn’t made before. She was more disturbed by the line, You might look innocent while you sleep, but I know the truth and nothing will save your soul. Creepy.Tell them your real name, I ordered.
His pupils flared, like he was struggling to fight off my control. I strengthened my grip, my lips turning up in a small smile as he shook. Wes Truman.And are you the Slip Kid, Wes?
He shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground.Tell them how you’ve been getting supplies, I said, letting frost chill the words. What happens to the kids in the White Tent when you need another pack of cigarettes?