Savage Revenge by Shelli Stevens Read Free Book Online

scrubbed a hand down his face.
    He had no choice. After so many days on the run, he needed a home base. Somewhere to fully recover and rest for a bit. Somewhere to have full, unhurried, unrestricted access to the Internet.
    Which he was about to make use of. A few quick keystrokes and he’d typed in his name in a search engine. Nothing came up. No mention of him or the massacre of nearly an entire pack of shifters.
    But then, he hadn’t really expected there to be anything. The shifter community kept a well-hidden profile. It must’ve been a hell of a challenge for Damage Control, though, to keep that kind of slaughter and death count from getting out.
    But clearly they’d done it. They always managed to.
    And somewhere in the cyber world, the truth of what had happened was out there. Bulletins would be flying about him and the massacre. You just had to lift the veil to find them.
    He typed in another web address and then leaned back in the chair, staring at the crappy homepage for a nondescript knitting club.
    The page wasn’t searchable by any search engine—would be seemingly invisible to most of the world—you needed the direct, long and complex URL. Once you were on the page, you could click on the Members’ Only button, which then prompted you to type in a series of intricate logins and intricate passwords.
    If you managed to get past that, then you were in. Into the sleek, sophisticated, technologically driven homepage for the Preternatural Investigation Agency.
    He hovered the blinking cursor over the login button, but hesitated. The information he’d find in there would be priceless, but the moment he logged in under his name, they would know.
    Many shifter packs also kept a small website, passing themselves off as a club of sort. Risky, but then again the world ran online. They couldn’t afford to be left using antique technology.
    His pack had a website. Hell, he’d helped his father create it back when the old man was still alpha.
    There’d be information on himself in there too. A warning. But he couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t log in. Not to the P.I.A. site, or his pack site.
    The moment he tried a flag would go up somewhere. No doubt the agency was monitoring his logins. The moment he typed in the info and hit enter, he’d be hunted down immediately by the agency, using the IP address. He might not be a genius with computers, but he knew enough about the P.I.A. cyber unit to realize he was fucked if he tried to gain information about himself the conventional way.
    Christ, he probably wouldn’t make it until morning before he had a group of armed agents breaking down Sage’s door.
    Sage… A thought slammed into him and he stilled. Holy shit . Did her pack have an online presence? If they did, she would certainly have access to it.
    At first he’d written it off as bad luck that he’d ended up kidnapping a shifter, but maybe finding her was more a strike of good luck.
    She could be his lifeline in this whole thing.
    He glanced out the doorway and into the hall. Listening for any sound of her. There was only silence. Good. If she’d kept screaming, or crying, he might’ve had to silence her with a gag. And the idea of it made him a little sick with self-disgust. Binding her was bad enough.
    Though those things were relatively small compared to the crime he was being accused of. And the last woman he’d had to deal with…hadn’t faired quite as well, in the end.
    Christ.
    Clicking out of the browser, Nathan drew in a ragged breath. Exhaustion had been seeping in slowly and now gripped him with unrelenting talons.
    Since leaving Sage, he’d showered, rummaged her fridge for food, watched the national news, and explored the Internet.
    It was nearly midnight. He needed to check on her. Needed to sleep. She might even be asleep already, judging by the silence in the house.
    Nathan pushed back the chair and left her office, making his way through the house to her bedroom.
    When he pushed open