The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 70

It doesn’t take us long to get dressed and ready to leave. This time, I take her directly to the office.

She sits behind the computer and gasps. “That’s impossible.”

“What is it?” I ask, coming around the desk to join her. “Did we find our leak?”

Cassidy’s eyes tear up as she nods.

“Who is it?” I demand, and gently slide her chair to the side to give me space. I read the name on top of the screen next to the picture of an average-looking guy. “Tim Robinson.”

Cassidy nods.

“Do you know him?” I ask.

“Graham,” she chokes. “He’s my ex-boyfriend. The one who wrote all those messages.”

A red veil covers my vision.

“Calm down,” she warns me.

Tim Robinson must die, my wolf roars in my head. He betrayed us and he hurt her. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

I take a step back from Cassie. My senses begin to heighten as my control slips away. The nails are the first to shift into deadly claws, followed by my teeth lengthening into sharp fangs.

“Graham, no,” I hear Cassie’s voice, and despite my heightened hearing ability, it sounds muffled and miles away. “Take a deep breath.”

Breathing is overrated. Killing, on the other hand, is the cure of all wounds.

Another growl reverberates inside me, and it’s close to breaking loose from my throat.

I’ll take care of him, my wolf growls. Traitors don’t deserve to live.

“Graham, please,” Cassidy begs again, and I hear every single word this time. “If you do this, there’s no way back.”

My eyes are fixed on the traitor’s photo.

He must pay.

“Graham,” she calls me again, and I turn to her. She takes a step back, her eyes wide.

I’m taking over, my wolf roars, and this time, the force of him erases the edge of her words. I can’t hold him back anymore.

With a menacing growl, I burst out of my own body and enter my wolf’s form.

Let the hunt begin!

Cassidy screams and jumps back.

I knock over the computer tower, and a few other things as my wolf form gets the feel of the room.

Adrenaline rushes through my veins like fire. The fury consumes me, taking over my rationality. There’s only one thing that will soothe the anger inside me. It’s the trail of the traitor’s blood.

The muscles in my thighs tense as I prepare to sprint through the door, but my path is obstructed. I let out a low, warning growl to the small green-eyed girl who’s stupid enough to stand in a wolf’s path.

Her legs are shaking, but she doesn’t budge.

I snarl, exposing my sharp teeth.

She takes a deep breath and clutches the back of the fallen chair.