Nick finally led Fergus to a motel close to the outskirts of the pack grounds. They'd taken a shortcuts, all in an effort to avoid interacting with the pack.
As they went in, Fergus was able to easily pick up the smell of hard drugs and weed.
Oh, la, la.
This wasn't just any motel. It was a haven for drug dealers and addicts alike who used this motel to carry out their nefarious activities in secret.
Hmph. Typical of wolves. Carrying out their hidden desires In secret instead of just embracing the darkness and letting loose.
Fergus couldn't help frowning.
He was sure someone here would recognize Cullen's form and point him out as a suspect if something were to happen to Nick. He needed to keep a low profile, especially now that he was so close to accomplishing his mission.
He turned his head to Nick, a false smile on his face. "Are we heading to a room?"
