Read Online Wolf’s Honor: Caedmon Wolves Book Six by Ambrielle Kirk, Amber Ella Monroe - Free Book Online

face. The scent of the lake water surged as his senses heightened and his wolf stirred just beneath the surface of his skin when it recognized how near they were to the wilderness, an environment in which Connor’s other half thrived.
    Connor’s home was in the city due to the nature of his work. He needed to have a residence someplace where there was instant access to clients. His firm was well-known for the type of services they provided and came highly recommended, but there were times when he got calls at a moment’s notice, and being just five minutes into the city versus one hour north of it made a big difference when it came to securing the client.
    That didn’t keep him from visiting the lake a few times a month, whether it was to go boating or just perch on the shore with a six-pack of beer and his sketchpad. Even now, just standing near it calmed him in the height of this storm.
    He sensed another presence beside him, and Antonia, who was still fast asleep in the truck. Even when he’d closed the door, she hadn’t woken up. He figured that she must be pretty tired. He needed to find out more about her, but her safety came first and foremost. It bothered him that she was somehow involved in criminal activities, but his animal didn’t care. Confirmation had come twice already of the strong possibility that Antonia was his mate. Once at the bar, when he’d scented her out before he’d seen her and then followed her head-on into danger, risking his life and his cover to save her. Then again, when she’d laid one hand on him and started the healing process for the wound on his arm.
    The third presence, the one he’d sensed behind him, came into view. The brown Caedmon wolf shook its body as if drying its coat of fur, and in less than five seconds, Rodney Hall, Connor’s best friend and one of the most experienced bodyguards at Maxim Securities stood in its place.
    “Max,” Rodney rushed over. "You look like you've been fighting."
    “Yeah." Connor had since torn off shirt, but his jeans were still badly ripped. "That crime ring sent a fucking attack dog at me. What the hell happened back there at Dockhouse?” There was just as much concern in Connor’s voice as there was in Rodney’s body language.
    “Dude, I have no idea. I led a group of men behind the back of the bar to report back on who was coming and going. When I came back around, I saw three squad cars pull up in front. When I saw the guns, I knew there was trouble.”
    “The raid was the work of the local cops. Unless I missed something, nothing linked any of the shooters to the Feds. These weren’t undercover agents, they were uniformed police officers. Local cops.”
    “So the Feds gave the Packs three days to find out who was behind the murders and settle this shit and the local cops decided to override the agreement? Is that it?”
    “I wouldn’t put it past them, but I'm going to find out who ordered the raid. The execution was rather sloppy, so it had to have been someone who didn't know what they doing. I’m willing to bet most, if not all, of the suspects got away,” Connor said. “In either case, I’ll know soon if the Feds have extended the deadline. As soon as I can get access to a phone line that I know isn’t tapped, I’ll reached out to my dad. He’s probably already caught wind of it anyway.”
    “I thought you said Ray down at the station was loyal to us, to our firm. Who else would have known enough about the tip to intervene?”
    “Maybe they wanted us to believe they wouldn't intervene,” Connor said. “By the way, how did you think to find me here?”
    Rodney grinned. “I know you almost too well, Connor.”
    “Yeah, well, remind me never to get on your bad side. You might use your knowledge of my secret hideouts against me.”
    “I came because I wanted to make sure you were all right. The driver had no choice but to leave us behind or get picked up. Only a few of us actually got away in the van. I’ve