Wolf's Bite

I carry his bite mark on my shoulder…and the memory of what I'd done in his bed.

Phantom, the Alpha of Crown City Wolves might think he has a handle on me…

He might think this is more than what it was…

He's about to find out he's wrong.

I don't belong to the Wolves of Crown City. I belong to the FBI.

My sole purpose has been hunting scum who sit in their ivory tower and shatter people's lives.

I've hunted the Costello for years now.

They're lower than low…they are liars…they're mobsters.

They're Mafia.

This is more than a case for me.

This was personal.

The last bullet in my father's policing career. Ruined because of them.

Only a war erupted. A war which I'm now part of…a war between the beasts that roam my city and the powerful Immortals they answer to.

I replayed that night in slow motion. Fangs. Blood…and Phantom. The Alpha of the Wolves. The one I saved from a rogue Vampire.

And the one who saved me.