Betraying the Pack Read Online Free Page A

credit cards
and a bank card, all with the name of Bailey Donovan. He found tucked into a
pocket a picture of his woman with an older couple who resembled her. “Well at
least we know who she is.”
    “We do?”
    Gavin held up his find. “Come
on. Let’s go check her place out and see if we find any clues.”
    Whipping his cell phone out as
Wyatt maneuvered their truck through the darkened streets, Gavin called Parker
and Jaxon.
    Jaxon answered. “Yo, mighty
leader. I was just about to head back to the cabin. Want me to grab a few
pizzas?”
    “Change of plans. I need you to
meet me at . . .” He read the address off of Bailey’s ID card.
    “What’s up, boss?”
    “There’s been another rogue
abduction. Check out the outside while Wyatt and I do a search of her
apartment.”
    Hanging up, Gavin drummed his
fingers on the armrest. Anger that he’d left her fueled his ire. If only he’d stayed,
listened to his inner desire to get to know her better, he might have prevented
her abduction.
    “It’s not your fault,” Wyatt
said softly.
    “If I’d just stuck around a
little longer, I would have caught them before they took her.”
    “Or scared them off to snatch
someone else.”
    Gavin’s lips drew tight before
he blurted the words that came to mind: But
I don’t give a damn about someone else. It galled him that he’d come so
close to finally spotting the rogues. It galled him even more that he hadn’t
given in to temptation and stayed with Bailey, his shy temptress, a little
longer. And it killed him to know they’d taken her, were probably hurting her
at this very moment, and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. Yet.
    Arriving at her place, a high-rise
building made of gray cement and festooned with brown rusted balconies, they
parked around the corner before hiking back. They vetoed the front entrance,
which was well lighted and locked. As they slid around to the back, the scent
of wolf hit them. With his jaw tight, Gavin followed the smell right up to a
service door and yanked on the handle. It gave easily, the reason being someone
had taped the latch so it wouldn’t trip.
    Gavin followed the trail of the
rogues, two by his count, and not the ones from the bar, up the stairs,
stopping at the seventh floor, where the scent led out into the hall.
Castigating himself even further for having left Bailey, a woman they’d
obviously hunted beforehand, he ghosted through the silent corridor, wondering
if the perpetrators remained inside.
    The door to her apartment
opened at his touch, already unlocked. Shutting the door behind Wyatt, Gavin
blew out a breath.
    “They’re not here.”
    Not in person at any rate, but
they’d left the signs of their visit behind. The place had been tossed and
destroyed. Cushions with the stuffing ripped out littered the floor. Detritus,
from glass, to paper, to what looked like food, decorated the place, as if the
rogues had gone on a destructive spree.
    How come the cops weren’t called?
    He knew, though. Humans no
longer protected their own. They didn’t want to get involved in the problems of
others.
    Wading through the mess, Gavin
fought an urge to punch something, to cause some destruction of his own.
    “They were looking for
something,” Wyatt said from behind him.
    “How can you tell from this
mess?” Gavin snorted, gesturing with an outward flung hand.
    “Because, they only dumped the
two drawers of her desk and left the rest intact. See?”
    Gavin peered over and saw what
Wyatt meant. He strode over and knelt to sift through the two piles on the
floor.
    “Insurance papers, medical
receipts, income tax papers, bills.” He noted a pair of death certificates for
Mary Jean and Joseph Donovan, dated only a year ago. A twinge in Gavin’s heart
made him recognize sorrow for the woman he still barely knew, one who’d lost
both her parents in one fell swoop.
    “See a pattern yet?” Wyatt
asked.
    “It’s all her personal shit. So
what? Maybe they