Wolf's Bite

<h4>I carry his bite mark on my shoulder...and the memory of what I'd done in his bed.</h4><p>Phantom the Alpha of Crown City Wolves might think he has a handle on me...</p><p>He might think this is more than what it was...</p><p><em>He's about to find out he's wrong.</em></p><p>I don't belong to the Wolves of Crown City. I belong to the FBI.</p><p>My sole purpose has been hunting scum who sit in their ivory tower and shatter people's lives.</p><p>I've hunted the Costello for years now.</p><p>They're lower than low...they are liars...they're mobsters.</p><p><em>They're Mafia.</em></p><p>This is more than a case for me.</p><p><em>This was personal.</em></p><p>The last bullet in my father's policing career. Ruined because of them.</p><p>Only a war erupted. A war which I'm now part of...a war between the beasts that roam my city and the powerful Immortals they answer to.</p><p>I replayed that night in slow motion. Fangs. Blood...<em>and Phantom</em>. The Alpha of the Wolves. The one I saved from a rogue Vampire.</p><p><em>And the one who saved me.</em></p>