CHAPTER 22 - Wolfless

Ryan Conner: "Ryan, you need to come to the Cells. The prisoner—he says he has some information you should know." Conner's voice hit me like a crack of lightning, jarring the vision of me in Lyra's room, holding her hand as I asked her to participate in the Luna trials. To win them and be my mate. I sighed. "Tell him to take his story and shove it. He has nothing I want to hear." A beat later my Delta upped the ante. Conner: "He says he guarantees it will be worth your while." "I doubt that." The words had just left my mind when I backtracked, thinking that maybe I was being too hasty. Conner was pretty level-headed. He wouldn't disturb me with baseless rumors. "What's it about?" Conner: "Can't say. But this guy is persistent. Says it's urgent." Urgent? It damn well better be. "Fine," I said, pushing back from my desk. "I'm on my way." *** The musty, rotten smell hit me like a punch to the gut. Each step down to the holding cells felt heavier than the last. I loathe