Savage Surrender: A Dire Wolves Mission (The Devil's Dires Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

ceiling, killing him bit by bit, a handful of strategically placed slashes and artery nicks added every day. It looked like a gory and painful way to die, but that tended to make lips move. And Bez’s mission was to find the Omega, not to help his informants make a peaceful transition to whatever afterlife they were due.
    Harkens coughed, spraying blood across the tarp below him as he did. Bez glowered at the mess until a weak whisper reached his ears.
    “Attakapas.”
    Bez moved closer, circling Harkens. His wolf perked up and pushed against his human mind, finally seeing an end to the wait for the real mission in sight. “What’s Attakapas?”
    “Camp.” Harkens coughed again, choking this time on the blood pooling in his mouth. “She was to be taken to a camp near the Attakapas Refuge. Please. Please let me down.”
    “How many men?” Bez waited for an answer before using his foot to swing the man around. He squatted and tilted his head, growling as his wolf wrangled for control. The beast was ready to end this…to kill the weaker animal and move on to the next hunt. But Bez still needed information. “How many men guard the Omega?”
    “A handful. Spread thin. Five, maybe.”
    “That sounds like bullshit to me.”
    “The camp is in the swamp, deep in. Boss thinks no one can find it, plus he sent—” Harkens coughed again, his entire body swinging and jerking with the force.
    The blood hit the wall, making Bez twitch. Harkens would be dead soon, of that he had no doubt, so cleanup would have to wait. No matter how much he hated to admit that.
    “Who’s this boss? What’s his name?”
    “Don’t…know. Call him…The King.”
    “Someone thinks highly of themselves.” Bez stood and circled his prisoner, considering his options. “So that’s it? Attakapas, somewhere in a bayou that stretches over what…probably a hundred miles? Five men guarding the Omega. Anything else?”
    Harkens hung quiet, eyes open but unfocused. Alive and yet…not.
    “Your usefulness has ended.” Bez struck fast and hard, brandishing the knife he’d been palming and slitting the other man’s throat in a single swipe. What little blood was left sprayed toward the wall, but Bez ignored it. The thrill of the hunt was back, and that meant he needed to move. Without a pause, he dropped the knife and grabbed his phone, pressing a button as he walked out the front door.
    “Attakapas Refuge,” he said when Dante answered. “That’s the holding spot—some camp in the swamp. Five guards, tops.”
    “Need backup?”
    “Not for the initial mission; I should be able to handle that hunt alone. Alert Levi just in case, and call Mammon to put the Dires on standby for the phase-two hunt. Last I heard, he was over in Fort Worth keeping an eye on that new pack of shifters. I want men no more than four hours away before I get back from the field.”
    “On it.”
    Bez strode across the lawn toward his Jeep, taking one last look over the property. “Also, I’ll be selling the house at my current location.”
    “Selling?” Dante’s voice carried a bristle to it that Bez didn’t often hear. Though, he rarely made messes that warranted such an action. “May I ask the reason?”
    “It’s not clean enough.”
    Dante didn’t answer, but the sound of clicking keys told Bez he was typing. “Tracking you now. Take care of the sale; I’ll handle the residual paperwork.”
    “Understood.” Bez ended the call and gave himself one final moment to look over the property. He always loved their version selling a house, though it wasn’t something they did often. That would attract too much attention, as would a man standing in the driveway staring at a house that was about to disappear. It was time to go.
    Eyes on his phone, looking up the closest property to Attakapas Refuge, Bez hopped into the Jeep. He cranked the engine while reaching for a black remote in the glove box, having already set up everything he needed to “sell” this