Dylan's POVI had just gotten home after making plans with Blake. Whether Nicolas and Jackson came to attack me or not, Blake and I both agreed that we needed to make sure they knew Leila was never going back with them.Even though Leila didn't say it out loud, I knew she was never actually in peace. She feared Nicolas would come after her. I wanted her to be okay, and not just physically. I didn't want her worried or stressed out.Jace and I walked into my office. I had invited Blake for dinner, knowing Leila would want that."Have you talked to Nicolas?" Jace asked, sitting down on the chair across from my desk."Not yet. The bastard hasn't called me. He knows better than that," I told Jace, shuffling the things on my desk.Work had been piling up, but Jace and I were trying to get everything in order. I didn't like being messy, and all these distractions were slowing me down.I had asked John earlier to help me with most of it, and he'd been doing a great job."Where did Leila go?"

"What's wrong?" Dylan asked, as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I placed my hands on his chest, and stared up to look at him."Well, Blake's leaving tomorrow. I'm going to miss him," I confessed."Should I be worried about that?" Dylan asked, raising an eyebrow.I chuckled at his question, loving that fact that Dylan and Blake now seemed to get along."No, you shouldn't worry about that. You should worry about Alpha Nicolas, and at least consider mine and Jake's proposition," I replied.My words caused him to sigh, and he let go of me."I can protect you. We don't need to be sneaky about the situation. I'm not scared of Nicolas, or Jackson," he said, as he stood a few steps away from me."If a fight is what Nicolas wants, then a fight is what he will get. Maybe I agree that Jake and you have a good plan going. But I'm not sure how that will make our pack look.""So you would rather risk us than look weak?" I asked, amused by his explanation."I'm not risking anything. This war is

"How did they get so deep into our lands?" John asked, sounding guarded.We were still standing in the same spot. Jace was holding my hand in a reassuring way. I was sure all three of them could hear how fast my heart was beating."Everyone must be distracted with the barbecue. Hold on-" Jace said, before going still.I knew he was probably communicating with Dylan through his mind link. Jace's hand tightened around mine, and I didn't know whether to take it as a good sign or not."Dylan's coming over here. He said not to make a move," Jace informed us. I didn't know how many Rogues there was, or what they wanted- but I knew nothing good would come out of this.'Leila, are you okay? Did anything happen to you?' Dylan asked me through our mind link.'I'm okay. Jace, Eric, and John are here with me,' I told him, hoping my jumbled up mind didn't let Dylan see just how worried I felt.Something told me the Rogues were here because of me, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. Once again I w

The living room was really quiet when we went back. Jace gave me a soft smile and nodded once at me, before directing his gaze back to the Rogues."If you want to speak with Liam and make sure he's fine, you can do that. But I'm not letting him go. Since he's staying, you don't really have to give us any information." I thought it was a good deal. I was confident in us. Maybe Dylan was right. We didn't need any extra information. I found comfort in knowing that Blake was also on our side.Peter, Adam, Chris, and Robert looked at each other a few moments before saying anything."I'll go see him. Adam will tell you what we heard," Robert spoke for the first time.Jace nodded toward three of the guys from the pack who were standing behind the Rogues. They started walking behind Robert, as he stepped out of the living room."You don't have to say anything. I'm letting you go free either way," Dylan informed the guys."It's alright. I think you should really know what we have to tell you,

I went to the closet, and dug for a wallet that I'd bought a few weeks ago. Dylan was still downstairs, so that allowed me time to fix things without attracting attention.Dylan never really hid his money whenever he was around me. I never doubted he was wealthy- his mansion simply costing more than six figures. But whenever he needed a big amount of money for anything and couldn't wait to get it from the bank, he would get it from several stashes he had around the house.Dylan kept a load of money on the bottom drawer we had in the closet. As I opened it, I saw plenty of wads with bills of either 100s or 20s. I didn't exactly know how much money was in there, but it was obvious it was a lot.The drawer was full to the top with money, and only a few wads were missing. I grabbed three packs of 100s, and tightly shoved them inside the wallet as best as I could.I was closing the drawer, when I heard the door to our room open.My heart started beating faster, and I threw the wallet to t