Chapter 38.-1
Rhyson
“You look different,” Nash observed as we headed to Troy’s office. It was early in the morning, but the grounds were hardly quiet. The main roadway was busy with juveniles racing in packs around us and adults either scurrying after them or yelling at them to settle down. A few vehicles drove past us, ranging from jeeps to golf carts, and I couldn’t help but grin at the flurry of activity. It had been awhile since I spent much time totally immersed in a pack. I missed the hustle and bustle.
“Slept well,” I responded. “And I feel more relaxed now that we’re here.”
“Sure. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the screams of pleasure I heard while walking down the hallway,” he said cheerily, immediately hopping to his left when I turned my head to glare at him. Look, I’m just saying that Nyx is a complicated wolf, but we all like her. When it comes down to it,
she’s one of us.”
That was saying something for Nash. He wasn’t won over easily. “She’s carrying my child. It’s important that we keep her safe.”
“Sure. I’d argue that it’s important to keep her safe regardless, but I know you’re just hiding the fact that she’s more than just the mother of your child to you, but it’s fine. When you’re ready to admit it, we’ll be here supporting you.”
I groaned, and he chuckled and jogged ahead. The others, excluding Victor and Tessa, who were spending the day with Troy’s healer, were meeting me at the security office. I didn’t know why we weren’t meeting Troy at his personal office, but I didn’t complain. I wanted to get a look at what his security center looked like.
It would help me focus on the task. The sooner I figured out who murdered my brother, the sooner I could get Nyx off this fucking mountain and murder anyone and everyone who’d ever hurt her. Then, maybe we could sit down and figure out what our future looked like.
It would not be her on this mountain raising our son without me. That much I knew.
Marrow had always believed in finding his true mate, and I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that I felt the same. Nyx couldn’t even swear fealty to me. How could I trust a wolf who couldn’t create a single bond?
If need be, I was fully prepared to pull every witch off this mountain until I found one who could help her.
“How the hell did they beat us here?”
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Chapter 38-1
Clam
Nash’s words pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked over to see Dante and Juniper lounging on either side of the front steps. They stood and straightened when they saw me, and Nash frowned. “Dude, you weren’t in your room when I checked on you this morning. I thought you were at the dining hall.”
“I woke up early and went for a run when I got the boss’s message,” Dante said quickly.
“And you? You hadn’t even eaten when I came to your room. How did you get here so soon?” Nash
demanded.
“Grabbed something on the way,” Juniper said with a shrug. “Why are your panties in such a twist,
Nash? Couldn’t bed Willa last night?”
“All right, knock it off.” I was pleased to hear them bickering. There wasn’t much of that since Dante had been hurt, but something was a little off with their bickering this time, and I didn’t have the energy to work it out or make them work it out.
Juniper jerked her head. “No one has been tailing us, so I spent some time checking out the border security. They’re well-organized and well-trained. I did some sparring, and while there are plenty of guards-in-training, each rotation is well-stocked with seasoned warriors. They’re all a little on edge about something that happened a few months ago, but no one is talking about it.”
“Everyone is definitely stepping around something.” Rubbing my face, I walked up the steps and knocked on the door. The door opened, and Troy filled the frame. “Good. You’re here. I’m monitoring a pack of rogues who’ve been camping just outside my territory for two days now, and yesterday, they moved in closer. I wanted to keep an eye on them while we spoke.”
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