Chapter 222

Howard's POV This musty apartment reeked of desperation and cheap air freshener. I hated being trapped in this pathetic excuse for a hideout, but since those damn Alpha Council investigators had tracked down my previous safe house, I had little choice but to accept whatever shelter I could find. My inside contact at Thorne Enterprises had hastily arranged this dump—a far cry from the luxury I was accustomed to, but it would have to serve as my den while I regrouped and planned my revenge. My wolf paced restlessly within me. "We should be hunting, not hiding like cowards." "Patience," I whispered back. "Our revenge isn't finished." At least today brought some entertainment. Following that pathetic Luna Caroline had been exhilarating. She'd been so deliciously on edge, her pregnant body awkward and vulnerable. That IT guy's idea to install spyware on company devices was proving invaluable. I could track my targets from this very couch, watching their movements like a wolf stalking prey.