Chapter 83
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Those of us cleaning up after the trucks are let in stay behind. Sephia is beside me, her heartbeat is steady as she watches Kennedy interact with the guards. I pull my mask over my face and watch her to do the same. She slips out a hunting knife from the holster hidden under her coat.
We wait a couple of seconds before Kennedy is finally allowed into the warehouse. Sophie glances back at me. I wait a moment, and then I give her a nod. Without question, she jumps down and rushes forward. Not a single sound comes from the hut, but I know the two guards in there are dead when she emerges.
She gives Sasha a nod, so she stays here to keep a lookout and open the gate once we’re ready to come out. I motion her to go left, and I take the right. We split up to hunt down the rest of the guards here.
I don’t use a hunting knife. It’s too clean for me. I like savoring the hunt. Feeling the fresh kill under my claws and soaking through my clothes. I always go for the kill, and as we begin our night, I can’t help but feel the satisfaction of being here with my mate. The two of us are taking back a piece of what was stripped from us.
I had come to terms with the incident and made peace with the outcome of what I had thought was the finality of the very thing that shattered my entire family and hers. A part of me was angry beyond that. I wanted someone to blame. I wanted to take my time to rip those responsible limb from limb.
Sophia has granted me just that.
I sweep the area, taking out each guard as quietly as I can. When get to the warehouse, she’s already there helping the team. load up the truck. She pauses when she spots me making my way over to them. She seems relieved before she gets back to work.
The entire thing takes about forty minutes. Everyone loads into the truck, and I watch as she takes a small box and opens it up before placing a bouquet of Foxglove flowers on the empty shelf. I stop her before she can get back.
“A gift for the new Luna of the City,” she explains. “They’re her favorite.”
She pulls away from me and rushes over to the truck. I follow and get inside before we’re all shut in. As we’re leaving, I begin to get confirmation from all the other convoys. She smiles, taking off her gloves as the others start celebrating how clean this
was.
Sophia watches the rest of the ball on her phone beside me on the way back home.
‘Do you miss this?” I ask her lowly.
“What?” she asks, looking up at me before resting her head on my shoulder.
“These little traditions and the pack,” I clarify.
“No,” she says softly. “They were never mine. I hated them, and now I know that they hated me.”
Her phone begins to ring, She sits up and glances at me when Aimee’s name pops up on the screen.
“Sophia, Santiago Romano was here with a group of wolves. They were looking for you. He knows, I don’t know how he got into our database, but he knows about the-” she pauses. “I’m sorry. The guys got rid of them, but they arrived before I did.”
“It’s okay, Aimee. Is everything okay? Did he destroy anything?”
That’s the weird thing. Soph. The only thing he broke was the locks on the door. He didn’t touch anything else. Be careful, Sweetie. From now on, you should have someone shadowing you. I’ve been around wolves long enough to know when one is going feral.
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Chapter 83
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“There’s an eerie calmness to them before they snap. He spoke my mate calmly. He explained the situation to him. I told him you moved on, and he laughed it off. It was very off–putting He left when Santiago asked him to leave.”
“Thank you, Aimee. I’m sorry about the locks. I’ll pay for them, and please tell Mr Polucci that I’m sorry he showed up at your clinic. I want to promise it won’t happen again, but I wouldn’t put it past him to come back.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Aimee scoffs. “He’s a wolf. Their threat is minimal on our grounds. Be safe. I’d hate it if anything happened to my new best friend.”
“I’ll see you later, Aimee,” Sophia smiles and hangs up the phone “Now we know where that idiot was tonight.”
Before I can say anything, her phone pings. She opens the thread to an unregistered number. Several more pings follow as the messages begin to roll in.
-You have been a very, very bad girl, Sophia.- Images of several documents and medication slips pop up under it. -How could you do something like this? You killed our son. Our heir. Where are you?– Sophia stares at the messages for a while before more pop up. -I’m going to find you, Baby. Whoever it is you are with will answer to me. I am going to have to hurt you again for this. You need to be punished.
-I’ve allowed you to take some time for yourself. I knew you were mad at me, but this has gone too far, and I need you to come home now. What is it you need me to do, hm? What do you want from me?–
I place my hand over hers when I see her thumb reach for the keyboard.
“Don’t,” I warn her.
She pulls away, and I watch her type two words.
-Kill her. The bubbles at the bottom move. The pop–up stops several times, and several minutes pass without a response. She breathes out a little laugh. -You can’t, can you?– she taunts. Your mommy would be too upset with you, wouldn’t she? I’m exactly where I want to be now.
-I did kill your son. I also rejected you and everything that comes with being a useless dog like you. Like her. Your parents took everything from me, and I’d like to return that favor. Please tell Luna Romano that I left her a gift. And that in the end, she will be the only one left alive to see the ashes of everything she has poisoned fall from the skies.
-Alpha Romano, it brings me great pleasure to see that you are rotting away without me. I hope that the deterioration of your wolf is as painful as they say it is. I hope that you are slowly losing your mind. That after everything you did to me, you die a slow painfilled death. I fucking hate you with my entire existence. You should know that it was you who made me do this. I’ll see you soon, you piece of shit.-
The bubbles immediately start popping up.
-What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Sophia?– the first message comes through. -Do you really think you can talk to me like that? You’re nothing without me. I made you everything that you are.-
Sophia breaks the phone in half and sets it down beside her. She rests her head back onto the crate she’s leaning against and closes her eyes. Something inside of her shifts, and she lets out a heavy sigh. That itching, uncomfortable feeling from before dissipates, and it’s replaced by a calm feeling.
“You’re losing yourself,” I inform her. Her eyes open and turn to me.
“I know,” she smiles. “I want to. I don’t want to be her anymore. The old Sophia subm
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