Excerpt: Panther Rush

But by now, after minutes of contemplative silence, the older boy at opted for turning his friend in. If he could get Cameron Kerrigan, the Cameron Kerrigan, out of the way, things would become dangerously easy for the McLeavy pack. No more debt to the Kerrigans. No more service. If Dylan dropped this rich boy off at the lion’s den, so to speak, it would be a freedom for the rest of the pack that they’d been dreaming of for the past ten generations. “Now that I think of it—”
A crack filled the silence, one that radiated through the entire car. Adjusting the muscles in his hands, Cameron dropped the quiet down to a roar of silence. Once the pack smelled their fallen kin, it would be all too easy to take him out. He paled, the color draining out of his face leaving him cold and alone, as he hopped out of the car and lifted the wolf from the seat, tossing the body into an open dumpster. “I told you. I didn’t want to go back.”
The body fell with an audible ‘thump’, hitting the bottom of the bin all too quickly. Cameron heard the sniffing of a guard not too far from him and jogged back to the car, revving the engine and shifting the vehicle into drive.