Chapter 64-2
“Do you think Irene would be willing to share that spell?” London asked casually.
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I grinned. “Not as long as she has sworn her loyalty to me. I thinks it’s time to make sure I don’t kick
her out for any reason.”
London chuckled, and we fell silent before Kiana cleared her throat. “I’m sorry I haven’t been in attendance to any of the meetings. I’m not that well-versed in pack politics, so I hope I’m not offending anyone. I’m still trying to figure out who kidnapped Irene.”
“And this is an excellent time for that,” London continued. “No offense is taken, although I will
you feared admit that your absence has left us with questions. Claudine suggested it was because
us.”
“I have no reason to fear you. How are the meetings going? Troy seems to think that they’re just going in circles. Do you think the packs need to bond together?”
“Something formal in place doesn’t hurt. Claudine alerted us immediately to her dead witch, and Troy did not.”
I growled, and London cleared his throat. “I am not saying that you needed to. After all, until Claudine said something, we had no idea that they might be linked. The problem, of course, is how do we know when something is important enough to share? We might be on the same mountain, but we are all fiercely different, guarded, and independent packs. That is why we seemed to be going around in circles.”
“That is difficult,” Kiana mused. “What do you think we should do?”
“I think we should talk more. A conference call once a month, where we simply share what’s been happening. No state secrets, but just if we’re seeing in influx of rogue activities or if we’ve lost too many wolves. A virus is going around.”
“But what good does once a month do?” I countered. “Irene’s kidnapping and Claudine’s dead witch happened within a two-week time period, Sharing news wouldn’t have helped.”
It wasn’t that I was against sharing news. I thought we needed to band together, but how do we figure it out? Would once a month do any good?
“Claudine sarcastically suggested a weekly digest.”
Kiana snorted. “Oh please, let me be the one to type up your weekly digest.”
“The truth is that I do not think we will come up with a satisfactory solution by tomorrow, but it is a step in the right direction.”
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We broke through the woods and kept to the path toward the house. A few vehicles passed us, all
military, and my thoughts drifted to Bridget. Here I was, pushing for us to exchange information,
and hiding that my second in command had tried to kill me and kidnap my mate.
“Until we trust each other more, open communication is not going to be easy,” London concluded,
almost as if he read my thoughts. “And yet, I remember what my predecessor said about trusting
the other packs.”
He didn’t continue, and Kiana leaned forward. “And what was that?”
“To remember that there used to be five packs on this mountain.”
My gut tightened.
“Really? What happened to it?”
London turned and gave her a tight smile. “You should ask your mate why the Wolfspire pack is the largest pack. If you’ll excuse me, I need to see one of my guards now.”
He separated from us, and I noticed that Kiana had slowed down. “I… It was before my time…”
I started before my voice trailed off. She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the guard.
“What?”
“London’s guard. He’s drenched in magic.”
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