Page 57 of Wolf Blood

I've been dragged out of the tower, and your mate is trying to keep the emergency a secret so he can scope out the scene without you

Bloom

WTF

Coming

Me

Want me to castrate him for you?

I can put his balls on a necklace so you can have the werewolf equivalent of my fangs

Bloom

LOL

Unfortunately, I'd miss his balls too much

Me

You've been corrupted

Bloom

Thoroughly

I slid my phone back into my pocket as Rhone glanced at me.

He scowled, but didn't announce what he undoubtedly knew I'd done.

Rhone and Maverick continued a boring argument about their security team while we rode the world's slowest elevator up.

And up.

And up.

I almost zoned out, but the memory of finding Rhone with his face in my shorts made me just warm enough not to lose myself to the bloodlust that was already fighting its way back to the front of my mind.

As soon as the elevator dinged and the doors opened, the strong scent of blood made my nostrils flare. I stepped forward automatically, but Rhone stopped me with an arm in front of my waist.

Maverick strode out of the elevator without a word.

My fangs throbbed.

My bloodlust roared louder.

I recognized the scent of the person behind the blood, and it made my chest hurt.

Ozzy.

He was definitely dead.

My stomach churned.

Rhone hit a button to hold the elevator there, with the doors open, and didn't move.

"You can go," I said."I'm fine."