~~Drew’s PoV~~
I glance down at the wolf on the bed and back at Bree’s wide eyes as the knocking on the door continues.
Could Henrik or his men have tracked us down here? It’s possible. Dalton’s car is parked in the parking lot, so if they had some way of tracking it, they could have located the motel, and though I tried not to flaunt it, it’s possible the man at the reception desk noticed my bionic hand. There’s a reason I don’t do undercover work. I’m far too memorable.
Maybe it’s just the motel housekeeping or someone who’s got the wrong door, but that feels too easy, and nothing about this whole operation has been easy so far.
“Stay behind the door,” I instruct Bree. She’s still got the gun in her hands, and I wrap my hand around hers quickly, making sure her grip is secure. “If
