Page 49 of Bad Blood Wolf

He saw Jasmin’s head go up and her eyes widen, as she put some of the pieces together.

Flynn nodded. “Is that why you didn’t go to Idaho with Donnie?” he asked. “You didn’t want to leave your supplier?”

Brody nodded. It was as good a lie as any.

Flynn shook his head. “Ironically, you might have been better off there. Their new territory is right by the Silverlake pack, and Silverlake has people who specialize in handling this kind of thing. Out-of-control animals, white wolf powers, shifter brain damage…”

Brody stared at him. “White wolf powers? They study white wolf powers?”

Flynn frowned. “Yeah. One of our original crew members is a white wolf. He’s out there now, with his sister. That’s who Creston was coming after, when they attacked us. You didn’t know that?”

Brody shook his head, and winced at the pain. “Donnie probably knew,” he said. “But I guess the rest of us didn’t get the whole story. All we knew was that Tyrone and Creston tried to take out Jesse Travis, while he was here with the Bad Bloods.”

His mind was racing. There were people who understood white wolves… people who studied them without hurting them.

Flynn said, “As soon as it’s a decent time of day in Idaho, I’ll call Tristan and talk to him about you. Maybe they can do something to help.”

His heart leaped, and then crashed again. It was like a tantalizing treasure dangled just out of reach. They couldn’t help him. The Silverlake pack were Enforcers, and if they knew the real truth, they’d have to tell the Council.

For the first time in his life, he’d been able to tell someone his story, and he was still fucking screwed.