Wolf’s Honor: Caedmon Wolves Book Six Read Online Free Page A

parted and damp air sailed across her face. She shifted the book bag from one shoulder to the other for what seemed like the dozenth time. They were never privy to information about what was contained in the packages they were to drop, but this one certainly was heavy. She didn’t want to know. Her job was to be courier for the one hour and thirty minutes that this job was supposed to last. Once the drop was made and payment was received, she and Andrew would split the proceeds in half. Three thousand dollars would mean she could afford to cut her hours in half at the diner while she studied for her upcoming finals. That was just enough motivation for her. Once she’d secured her degree, she’d look much better on paper. These days, if your resume didn’t pass muster, you hardly got any notice at the well-paying companies in the area. Last time she’d applied to become a flight attendant, they’d told her she needed a degree under her belt. Since when did one need a degree to point to the exit signs and pass out stale pretzels and flat soda to a plane full of people?
    She turned right at the curve up ahead where she expected to find a sidewalk full of eateries. Any cuisine one could imagine eating was offered on this strip. Anything from Italian to Indian. And, it was fast food where you could walk up and order an entire meal to go. The convenience was fitting for a city district that consisted mainly of tourists and college students, like herself.
    “Hey,” a young guy stepped in front of her holding something in his hands.
    He was a head taller than her and about twice her size, so he blocked her entire view and her destination up ahead. She made quick eye contact with him, passing a look of annoyance, but didn’t consider him a threat.
    She frowned.
    He continued talking to her anyway and held up a small black electronic device. “You need a Bluetooth speaker? It’s quite nifty and it—”
    “No.” She brushed passed him.
    “You sure? It’s usually fifteen bucks, but I’ll give it to you for ten.” He was persistent. They all were—college students looking to make a quick buck to pay the next semester’s bill or to ensure they could eat the next night. Just like her. But she wasn’t interested in buying, and one look at the countdown on her wristwatch told her that this street merchant was wasting her time.
    Antonia sidestepped him once more and caught sight of Andrew’s back again. There was a tall guy with a chalky white complexion leaning against the wall just a few feet in front him. A patch with a dark red symbol was displayed on the cuff of his jacket. The symbol was what they’d been trained to look for.
    She kept walking, but the annoying street merchant brushed into her again, whether intentionally or unintentionally she wasn’t sure. He made contact with her arm and tried to reach for her hand.
    She snatched her arm away, offended and irritated. “Look, usually I give people ten seconds to get the fuck out of my face after I’ve told them no, but since this is your lucky day, I’m giving you five.”
    As she expected, the street merchant immediately disappeared from her sight. At only five-six with a small frame and dainty demeanor, she attracted a lot of people, both men and women, but never for the right reasons. The moment she was crossed or threatened, she brought out the Scorpio in her. The side and wall she built with cinder blocks because she had no choice but to. Growing up and moving from group home to group home had taught her how to fend for herself, even if that meant being as sweet as pie one moment and then as aggressive as a wolf the next.
    When she looked up again, she didn’t see Andrew or the chalky man with the red symbol on his wrist. Right above where he’d been standing was a sign. It read Dockhouse Bar . She’d heard about this place, but had never been. Word on the street was that you needed to know someone to get in. There were rumors of strange happenings