Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 62

GRACE

There are so many things about the accident that don’t add up.

Yes, I’d argued with Lily and I’d been furious over how she’d attacked and killed my grandfather. She

claimed that he had trespassed on her pack’s lands, but that’s a lie.

My grandfather ran only a handful of paths and they were all strictly on his own grounds. He didn’t trust

surveillance or the prospect of discovery.

In his age, wolves barely interacted with humans. They certainly wouldn’t mingle with them or do all

these mergers, ingratiating themselves into human society all with an eye toward financial gain.

In this, he wasn’t entirely right.

The world is changing too quickly.

Wolves— all wolves— would have to adapt.

Protecting our way of life would take knowledge and power and resources. It’s why I’d set out to

become an attorney in the first place.

Lily swore that my grandfather trespassed and they were within their rights to attack him. If that is true,

then something would’ve made him go there. I wonder to this day what that might have been.

After he died…I was blind with rage. I admit that.

But I’d only intended to confront Lily. To get the truth from her.

As my grandfather taught me, I would have challenged her, wolf to wolf.

With honor.

He would’ve been proud of that, I think.

Although knowing him and his focus of protecting me at all costs… he likely would have preferred I let

his death go unavenged.

In my case, he would have been right.

Somehow in speeding to catch up with Lily after she took off in the sports car with her sister Jennifer,

we had crashed.

I don’t understand why Jennifer's car had been rushing toward me.

What’s even more confusing…all of the eye witness reports, the statements all target me as the one at

fault.

But how could that be?

Admittedly, the accident had been traumatic and some of the details surrounding the investigation that

followed were still murky. I’d been in shock.

I lost a lot of blood. I was inundated with human medical professionals so shifting was out of the

question.

It was the same with Lily and Jennifer.

Although I’m told Jennifer died on impact. It severed her spine making regeneration impossible.

For the life of me I can’t understand how there was so much security or camera footage—and yet none

on the street where we crashed. Almost every street in the city had some kind of traffic camera. And

the people who’d been witnesses, they’d all had the exact same version of events.

But as an attorney, I know that rarely happened either. People always had different perceptions, based

on their physical position in relation to a crime, their age, sex, and perspective.

Even something as simple as running a traffic light could be interpreted in different ways, depending on

who you asked.

Could it have been something else entirely?

Jennifer had been about to marry Jason Reed, the highest ranking Alpha on this entire seaboard. She

had been in the prime of her life and there had been no reason for her to want to commit suicide by

crashing into a car.

“Grace, do you want to appeal the case?" Jay asks.

He’s been staring at me this whole time and I’ve been lost in my own thoughts.

“Somehow, I don’t think that will do me much good.” I laugh self-deprecatingly. "I just feel a little

unreconciled. I know I’m innocent, so it’s hard for me to let it go.”

Jason grunts.

“Besides,” I say, closing the folder. “It’s not easy to overturn a case. I'm out now. I should be thankful for © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

that and just look forward. No one ever said life would be fair, right?"

I put away the documents.

But when I turn back, Jay isn’t Jay.

He’s in his true form.

His huge dark wolf is watching me with sharp yellow eyes.

“Well, hello,” I tell him. I ruffle his fur and scratch behind his ears. “It’s good to see you again.”

I move toward the bed and sit on the floor instead, knowing that Jay won’t come up on the mattress.

He curls up beside me and rests his head in my lap.

His fur is so soft and his body is so warm.

It’s comforting, sitting here with Jay like this.

It’s a tie to the life I left behind. It reminds me of home. Or my mom and grandfather and all the many

wonderful things I took for granted growing up.

In this moment, I vow I won’t take things for granted anymore.

Jay makes a low rumbling sound.

“You needed to run, didn’t you…I could tell you were angry when I came home.” I stroke along his

flank. “After the disaster with the dumpster the other day, this apartment probably needs a bit more

airing out.”

His wolf head swings to mine in a decisive head shake.

“Well okay then.”

I wrap my arm around him. “I’m glad you’re here,” I whisper.

I mean it both for the wolf and the man.

I wonder how long he will stay for…