Lucas put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair, and exhaled loudly in frustration.
“I mean, genocide... seriously? Are these people mad or what?”
Despite his address to the pack recently, the anti-unity group was still active. Lucas had called a strategy meeting with Thomas and Dane to work out how they were going to make this little distraction go away, without actually following through on his threat to deal with them severely.
He wasn’t even sure what he’d meant by that. Wiping them all out would just fuel their claims in other people’s minds.
“Of course they’re mad, they’re from the Cape. We’re all mad as cut snakes,” chuckled Dane.
Thomas opened his eyes, blinking slowly as his surroundings came into focus. His head pounded and he could smell the stale stench of whiskey wafting from his own breath. His back and neck ached, and he stretched, cracking them into place.Another night spent sleeping in his office chair, lulled to sleep by the amber liquid sitting on the desk in front of him. He picked up the empty bottle and hurled it across the room, watching it shatter to pieces against the wall.He’d had everything going for him, and in a matter of weeks his life had crumbled, turning to rubble around him. His mate was gone. Her body left to burn to ash as an enemy of the pack. No headstone or marker left for him to visit – not that there would be anything to put on a headstone, he didn’t even know her.
Thomas was growing frustrated. He had spoken to enough people to know that Dane was either spotless, which he doubted, or they were very loyal to him. That seemed more likely. Given most of the people he’d spoken to were from the Cape, he figured they were wary of him and guarded in what they said.Dane was the last person to see Sam alive, according to Kelly, but he had a tight alibi. He realised he only had one avenue left, and that was Dane’s former partner and the current Luna of the pack.He’d need to be careful though. Lucas had changed recently in regards to Cara. If he thought Thomas was undermining his mate, he wasn’t sure how he’d react.He remembered the pain Lucas went through early on with Cara. Lucas knew at the time she was
While everybody’s focus was on the stunning and radiant Luna making a speech on the stage, Dane’s attention was on the slimy looking former rogue standing at the back of the crowd. He needed to know why he’d come and what he wanted.He used Cara’s distraction to slip through the crowd and sneak up behind him. Forcefully gripping his arm, he yanked him backwards, away from the crowd. The rogue was ready for a fight but relaxed when he saw Dane’s face, giving a sly smile.Dane continued dragging him until they were in a secluded section of the garden and had some privacy.“What the fuck are you doing here?” asked Dane coldly.The rogue wolf held up his hands in mock surr
Dane was woken the following morning by a patrol warrior giving him a few gentle shoves. He blinked several times, groaning as he felt the hard surface beneath him, and attempted to recall what happened the previous night.He stared at the bright blue sky above him. He was on the packhouse lawn and Jack was standing above him.Must have been a damn good night after all, he thought, slowly turning his head and spotting the bodies of his fellow late night revellers, also lying passed out among the discarded cups, bottles and general rubbish left behind.Jack nudged his shoulder again.“What do you fucking want?” he barked at him as he stumbled to
Thomas darted a quick look around the hallway before silently slipping into Cara’s office. His aim was to get in and out as quickly as possible. He didn’t have the time or energy to deal with the questions that would be asked of him if he was found.He had no clue what it was he was looking for, he just knew there was no logical explanation for Cara’s heightened security. She had to be up to something and he needed the proof.He started with the bookshelves, looking for anything out of the ordinary, then moved on to the storage cupboard that seemed to be filled with nothing but stationery and a change of clothes.He sat down at her desk, opening the drawers and rifling through their contents. Pens, sticky notes, a stapler. He leaned back in the chair,
Lucas froze, his anger and fury diminishing as quickly as it came. It had now morphed into worry and concern.“Where are you?” he demanded, already running out the door.“Room five on the second floor. Thomas has gone crazy. Hurry!”Lucas raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He broke through the locked door to find Cara splayed on the bed frightened and crying, her shirt ripped and torn, and Thomas naked, staring at him in disbelief.“Lucas, no! It’s not what it looks like. I can explain,” said Thomas, his hands raised in surrender, pleading with his eyes.Cara sobbed loudly and scurried off the bed onto
Cara had been buzzing with anticipation all day at the thought of finally being with Dane again. Lina had been trying to talk her out of it, insistent, but Cara had pushed her wolf from her mind and blocked her.She’d tried to give up Dane, but he was just as much a part of her as Lucas was now. She couldn’t be without either of them, except she didn’t need a mate-bond to tell her how important Dane was to her. The Moon Goddess got it wrong.She’d been searching for a sign that she should stop what she was about to do, but the desire that ran through her veins like an electric current blocked all thoughts other than Dane.As she entered their old home in Cape Point, she seductively let a few drops of the mate-bond potion fall onto her tongue. Sh
Cara lay under the bed covers, ignoring the knocking at her door. She didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to speak, she just wanted to be left alone in her misery. She had messaged Lucas on her phone and told him she was feeling sick and would be staying in the guest bedroom. She’d said she didn’t want to risk passing anything on to him and he’d agreed, but it was rare for a werewolf to be unwell, so she knew the excuse wouldn’t last long. “Luna!” called Rani from beyond the door. “I’ve got your dinner.” “I’m not hungry. Just leave it by the door,” she replied, mustering what energy she could. “Luna, is there anything I can do?” “No, thank