Nate's POV
When I left the house with Johnson, he immediately filled me in on who wanted to see me. It was someone we called the grim reaper. He was like a hired hitman in every world. Why would he want to see me? I made my way to the office in the pack house, and as I opened the door, I was greeted by a mask hooded guy with a dark aura, reeking off of him. I shot him down with a glare as I made my way to my seat.
"You wanted to see me?" I questioned.
The man slowly moved to me, pulled out a picture, and laid it on the table. He pointed at it, and I looked down. I felt my heart ache as I stared at it. It was Angel. Somebody has hired the grim reaper to get to my beloved. I slowly looked up at him, showing no trace of emotion.
"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked.
"Have yo
