Wolf’s Honor: Caedmon Wolves Book Six Read Online Free PDF Page B

that spot long though because she soon looked down at her wristwatch.
    On a hunch, Connor straightened his back and his pupils expanded. His gaze focused more on her face. She appeared to belong here, but did she? When she looked up again, he noticed her eyes were filled with apprehension, and not quite fear, but hesitation. A worried look crossed her face mere seconds before she started in Connor’s direction. Of course, it took him no time to figure out that her path led to the right corner of the club where those back offices were located.
    She moved quickly and with purpose, slicing her way through a throng of bodies with minimal disruption to the people she passed.
    “Connor?” Rodney’s voice came through the bud in his ear, followed by the same scratchy noise with interference.
    The women drew nearer until the only thing separating them was about two feet of open space. Connor took a quick breath the same moment her amber eyes met his. Why did he feel that he knew her from somewhere? The electric energy between them was charged with some invisible force, and every part of him, even his wolf, wanted to follow her…wherever she led.
    As he’d expected, the amber-eyed beauty made a beeline toward the back offices. A man with a chalky white complexion that Connor hadn’t seen before was standing right near the entry to the hallway. The bright red symbol on the cuff of his leather jacket wasn’t hard to miss once he flashed it.
    Connor had been in this line of work long enough to know what the symbol signified. There was no doubt the man was linked to some members-only group. Connor had seen the symbol before, and all hunches led to an underground crime ring that had become virtually impossible for the Feds to expose.
    The man turned and walked down the hallway, and the woman followed. Odd. Very odd. Connor rose from his stool, his suspicions on high-alert.
    “Con—”
    This time, Rodney’s voice was cut off by the sound of gunfire in the bar. Pop! Pop, pop, pop! Screams followed, and a rush of night air pushed into the bar as the doors burst inward.
    “Fuck!” Connor ducked down to the ground as the shooting continued. Glass burst and shattered near the bar as the gunshots rung out continuously. The smell of liquor, ale, and cold-blooded fear permeated the area.
    Caught off guard and stunned beyond belief, Connor pulled out his loaded gun and glared toward the door, trying to identify the source of the shooters. The metallic scent of blood flowed under his nose full-force, causing his wolf to rear up against his skin.
    At the entrance, five men in police uniforms held guns, urging the crowd to vacate the club while they pushed inside. There were just too many panicked people to give instructions, and most of them fought frantically in an unorganized fashion to exit the bar.
    In his line of sight, Connor witnessed a group of bodies fall to the ground as two masked gunmen burst from the hallway of the back office and opened fire on the police.
    “The cops, Connor!” Rodney finally blared through the earpiece. “The local cops have intercepted. Man down! We need your orders, boss. Now!”
    “Abor—.” A bullet shot past Connor, nearly clipping him on the ear. “Shit!” He ducked lower, gun held ready to fire. A long, high-pitched buzz rang in his ear. The earpiece had failed. Either that or the connection to the van had gotten cut-off. There was no off-switch, and the sound continued to irritate the crap out of him so he shook the piece from his ear and shoved it in his pocket.
    When he glimpsed the palm of his hand, blood stained it. His eardrums pulsed frantically, and he pressed his palm against his ear. Sure enough, the bullet had grazed him, but he felt no pain. Only panic.
    His team needed to get out of here. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get the innocent woman out of here.
    It didn’t take him long to put the mental puzzle pieces together. The local cops must have decided at the last