Susix, p.28

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  “This town is full of fools too old or too dumb to do anything but ruffle feathers.” Anne pointed a clawed finger at Pearl. “Watch your tongue, you old bitch, or I might have to rip it out to teach you some manners.” With a snap of teeth, Anne turned to walk away.

  Grace hurried to catch up to Anne. She could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. When they walked past Chic Chick, Grace asked Anne where she was going.

  “This has gone on long enough. We are confronting that son of a bitch right now and settling this once and for all,” Anne’s voice dropped an octave while she raged.

  “What are you doing?” The shock of Anne’s anger dried Grace’s tears. Anne had a short fuse but she usually only huffed and puffed. She rarely acted on her anger.

  “Ben asked me not to interfere. ‘This is between mates.’” Anne imitated Ben’s voice. “But this is bullshit. We can’t have cowards in this Pack. It’s time for that man to face the music and talk to you.”

  Anne’s hand shot out forcing Grace to keep up with her march down Main Street toward the diner. It was just after the breakfast rush. As they got closer, Grace could see a few people still sitting at the booths. One group, in particular, drew Grace’s eye.

  Ben had commandeered the entire back portion of the diner. He was surrounded by his Enforcers. Grace could see him pointing at something on the table. It was the dusty blonde hair of the man across from him that got Grace’s heart beating.

  His back was to her but she could see the collar of his plaid shirt under his shoulder-length hair. He must be planning on going straight to his woodshop after the meeting. He only wore his thick plaid shirts if he was going to be working. Just seeing the back of his head filled Grace with a nauseating combination of dread and excitement.

  “Anne, he is going to sprint out the backdoor the second he smells me,” Grace wheezed. Her heart was beating so hard, she could barely breathe.

  “I know.” Anne’s eyes narrowed. “So, let’s use that to our advantage.”

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  Thank you so much for reading a snipper from Rejected, the first book in the Wolves of Black Bird series. If you’re interested in the next book or seeing other projects I’m working on, check out any of the links below.

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  Amelia Rademaker, Susix

 


 

 
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