Chapter 33.-1
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Nobody said a word as I walked out of the office, but a few minutes later, I found Troy behind me.” Don’t you have someone to spy for you?” I asked.
“Not spying. Apparently there’s a skirmish forming between your people and mine. I was going to suggest we go check it out.”
A skirmish? I frowned. “My people don’t skirmish.”
“Neither do mine, so this should be interesting.” He fell into step next to me. “We fight to survive out here, but we do know how to have fun.”
“Are you implying that my people don’t know how to fight to survive? Do you know what we’ve faced to get here?”
Troy shrugged. “I just assumed the outside was all luxury cars and golden thrones.”
He was baiting me. It was clever. “Our threats are different, but they are no less real. I brought only
the best with me.”
“Care for a wager?” Troy asked lightly. “My people win, and you leave. You can leave the woman too. It’s clear you don’t know how to take care of her.”
I growled at him for that.
“And if your people win, then I will continue to help you with Elonso. I won’t turn my people over to him, but I will help you find another way. You’ll have my word.”
I hadn’t been here long, but I’d spent enough time to know that his people were good. I’d met his second and third-in-command. They were relaxed because they knew that they could handle anything, but they were also alert and ready. In a fight, I had no doubt that they could hold their
own.
But my wolves were in a league of their own. I chose them for that very reason. An excited thrill raced through me, and I grinned. “You’re on.”
We jogged to an open field where a group of wolves were gathering. In the middle, my wolves were lined up. I went through my bonds and whispered to them. They were waiting for me. Duke, Juniper, Nash, and Dante turned their heads my way and grinned. I could tell that they needed something like this, a skirmish that toed the line of friendly.
I could understand how Nyx and Kiana could be so jubilant after taking down an enemy. This
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mountain was violent, and my wolves needed an outlet. We’d fought for survival.
Now, they got to fight for fun.
Clam
Willa, Jenson, and six other wolves circled mine, taunting them. When we grew closer, Troy turned
and winked at me. Then, he bellowed, “What is the meaning of this?”
Wolves immediately parted for us, and we marched to the center. Jenson bowed his head. “The out-of-towners thought they could go where they please,” he rumbled. “We’re showing them that they can’t.”
Turning to Duke, I lifted an eyebrow. “Is this true?”
My second just cocked his head and shrugged. “We’re going for a walk. Didn’t realize we needed an escort to get some fresh air.”
So nobody was really pissed off, and everyone just wanted to blow off some steam. I turned and looked at his wolves. “Four to seven. Feel free to throw in a couple more, if you want to win.”
Jenson scowled, and I looked at my people. “No killing. Treat them like they’re pups. Kid gloves.”
Troy just chuckled behind me, and everyone immediately started to shift. I stepped alongside of
the alpha.
“Feeling pretty confident, aren’t you?”
“It’s not confidence. It’s knowledge. My line of work has me up against enemies every day. I know these wolves inside and out, and they consider it a privilege to have my back. Your wolves are good, but they are strictly defensive wolves.”
The alpha turned his head sharply and narrowed his eyes. “You’re a group of killers?”
“I put down what needs to be put down for peace,” I said flatly. “We don’t kill indiscriminately, and we’ve done our best not to kill while we are here. I’m not here to disrupt the mountain. I’m just here to get answers. Do you want to renegotiate?”
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