CHAPTER NINETEEN
SAWYER
Hands shoved deep into my pockets, I stare at the bastard tied to the wooden chair in our underground lair.
“You really thought you’d get away with it,” I say coldly.
He throws his head back in laughter. “I got away with it. The police are after the wolf leaders, not me, bitch.”
I drive my fist into his nose. “You’re the bitch. Your cousin was corrupt as hell—that’s why the Wolves exiled him.”
Archer steps closer, voice cold. “We found all your toys in the tunnels. Looks like you’re heading to prison.”
His gaze darkens. “You’re fucking lying.”
Carl, Larry’s cousin, was once a wolf too. Of course he isn’t anymore. He was the one sneaking behind our backs, killing girls to frame us—revenge for our fathers booting Larry out of the Wolves.
Our loyal Wolf, Jamie, helped us expose the second killer.
“I’m not going to jail. Then kill me,” he snarls.
I let out a nervous laugh before wincing and clutching my neck. Archer does the same, gripping his own neck tightly.
“What the hell? Something’s wrong with Harper. She’s scared,” I growl through clenched teeth.
Archer’s phone buzzes. He picks it up and puts it on speaker.
“What’s happening?” he demands.
“Harper’s missing from class. I can sense through the bond she’s in trouble,” Dustin replies.
My heart hammers wildly, fury surging through my veins.
“Is Thatcher with you?” Archer asks.
“Yeah, he’s contacting Jamie to check the surveillance footage.”
“Call us as soon as you learn anything,” I say firmly.
“If someone hurt Harper, they’ll pay. No doubt about it,” I snap.