Chapter 191 Whispers In The Packhouse

• BRIANA
• It only takes Drake and me two minutes to reach the grand double doors that lead into the Moonveil packhouse. Two wolves stand guard there, but their attention is anything but focused. Both are glued to their phones, the unmistakable sounds of moaning echoing faintly from their screens. They’re watching porn while on duty. Unbelievable.
• By the time they realize we’re standing right beside them, it’s already too late. In one swift motion, Drake and I slice their throats open with our claws. Blood gushes down their necks as their eyes widen in horror. I feel nothing—not guilt, not hesitation. Just focus. Drake had already told me through our link that these were the same wolves who had dragged him to his room the night he caught Laura Joss with Marcus.