Lucas Simone paced the confines of the eight-by-twelve foot
jail cell, a snarl on his lips. The wolf within howled with
rage, and the man that the world generally saw, well, he
felt more than a little pissed, too.
Collared for a murder he hadnβt committed. Talk about
shit-luck. Yeah, Lucas had played on the wild side, heβd
even killed before, and the bastards had more than deserved
the death heβd given them.
But this time, for this crime, he was innocent. Right. Like
the cops would buy that story.
His hands tightened around the bars. If he wanted, he could
rip those bars apart, and if they didnβt let him out soon,
he would. "I want my lawyer! Now!" His pack had to know
where he was. A leader didnβt just vanish, and if he didnβt
make contact with them soon, Lucas wasnβt exactly sure what
would happen.
Probably hell on earth . . . or wolves running wild in LA,
which, yeah, that equaled hell on earth. Especially if he
wasnβt there to keep the wilder wolves on their leashes.
Everyone already knew that wolf shifters had a tendency to
dance on the edge of sanity. Once those leashes were gone
... hello, hell.
The bars beneath his fingers began to bend as the rage
swelled inside him. A human was dead. Tossed on his doorstep
like garbage.
Not my kill.
Because Lucas had a rule. Just one. Donβt attack the weak.
As far as he was concerned, there wasnβt any being weaker
than a human.
"Guard!" His teeth burned as they lengthened in his mouth.
No more fucking nice wolf. He was getting out, one way or
another. The metal bars groaned within his grasp.
"Simone!" Not the guardβs voice. The dumbass detective whoβd
brought him in for "questioning." Only he hadnβt been
questioned. The cop had just thrown his ass into a cage.
Lucasβs kind didnβt do so well with cages.
Heβd make sure the detective didnβt make the same mistake
again.
His eyes lifted, tracked to the left to meet that beady gray
stareβ
And instead got caught by a pair of green eyes.
His nostrils flared. The woman stood behind the detective, a
slight frown between her brows. She was tall, curved just
the way he wanted a woman to be, with sensual, full breasts
and hips that would let a guy hold on tight for a wild ride.
Pretty face. Straight nose, tilted just a bit on the endβ
kinda cute. A light spray of freckles across her high
cheekbones. Sexy red lips. Jaw that was a bit stubborn.
And gorgeous hair. A thick mane of dark, dark brown hair
that curled around her face.
Her stare widened as he gazed at her. She licked her lips, a
quick swipe of her tongue.
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