Chapter Twenty-four (Silvertooth Nightstalkers Pack)

"Now, let me tell you how we are going to play this," Her uncle said calmly as he took her through a hallway paved in gold. As if they didn't just leave a scene of slaughtered werewolves in their wake or that a few minutes before he wasn't going to have her killed.

She tried to act indifferent, not knowing where this was leading. But all her senses were on high alert for any signs of danger, clutching the dagger tightly under her jacket.

She didn't know if he was mated now or had offspring. The last time she saw him, he was having problems with neighboring packs and had come to her father for help. There was never any mention of an immediate family. And with how quiet the house seemed, it appeared he was living alone. He took her into his study with bookshelves framing one side of the wall and a wine cabinet on the other. The office had a high ceiling and at two corners of it were two stuffed heads of terrifying-looking wolves, mounted high up the walls. The room smelled strongly o