Chapter Thirty-Nine

Claire What a nightmare. Claire drove Axel's vehicle toward the pack house, her grip tight on the steering wheel, as Axel sat in the middle of her and Delia. He was afraid to let her sit next to Claire in case she tried to run them off the road. At this point, Claire welcomed it. After she chased Delia to the dark room, everything went to hell. Delia moved quickly, surprising Claire, and cornered Kerry in the blink of an eye. Where she'd learned to move like that, Claire didn't want to know. But Claire did know one thing, Delia knew all about lycans and werewolves because she hunted them. Claire had no idea that was even a thing. Hunting supernatural beings? Who knew? She'd pulled the crossbow out of nowhere and handled it like a pro. It'd scared the pee out of her. When they pulled into the pack house, Alpha Davers and a few other wolves made their way out to the truck. Two of them ushered a silent Delia toward the cellar, while Alpha Davers took Tibbs to the house. Wh