Primal Howl (Primal Howlers MC Book 1)

by Piper Davenport

  “Thanks,” I said.

  Tina checked on Wyatt’s dad, then left us. I wanted out of this death house, so I pushed up, ignoring my weakness, but Orion grabbed my arm and frowned up at me. “You good?”

  “Golden.”

  “We’ll get you home and Letti can fawn all over you.”

  I nodded and smiled at Wyatt. “It was nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

  “You too,” she said, watching me closely.

  Jesus, she was pretty.

  “Dad,” Orion pressed. “You ready?”

  I nodded and followed my son out of the building.

  For the next month or so, Wyatt and I sat quietly chatting while her father snored his way through chemo. How he could sleep through this hell, I had no idea, but it gave me a chance to get to know her a little and I liked what I learned.

  But then one day, she and her father weren’t there. My sergeant had dropped me off, so I was alone, and since there were privacy laws, no one would tell me where she was.

  This could mean her dad was done or it could mean her dad was dead.

  My stomach dropped. I had a feeling it was the latter.

  I pulled my phone out and did a quick search of her father’s name, but nothing came up, so I searched Wyatt’s name and was flooded with links. She was kind of a big deal in the PR world and as I scrolled through a few of the results, my admiration for her grew.

  Way out of my fucking league.

  So, I put her out of my mind.

  Sort of.

  * * *

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