If Only

Chapter 11 - Try

Cold and the grip of death stinging pain

He fought like hell to keep the wolves away

-Uncle Lucius; Keep the Wolves Away

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Lizzy POV

We watched Sammy's car drive away, making sure she was out of eyesight before getting back into Zane's truck. I hopped into the passenger seat, and Zane went to the driver's side after opening my door.

"Such a gentleman," I teased through the link, and he shot me a smirk.

"I can show you how much of a gentleman I am tonight," he says, staring at me with dangerous heat in his bright blue eyes.

"Oh, I think I would prefer you be anything but gentle," I flirted, prompting him to take a deep breath as he leaned closer towards me, a promise in his gaze.

"Could you guys, like not, makeout in front of my face," Marco complained from the backseat, still drunk but I could tell he was starting to slowly sober.

One of the larger downsides of being a lycan was that getting drunk was incredibly difficult. And staying so was even harder. It took a lot of dedication to remain drunk for even a few hours. Our metabolism burnt through the alcohol like a wick, just the same as anything else we put in our bodies.

"Sad because you missed out on your threesome?" Zane taunted, which had Marco growling in aggravation.

"Fuck Nia," he said under his breath, which just had Zane and I rolling our eyes.

The two of them bickered like no other, but they would also defend the other to death if need be. The same for any of us. Our inner circle was a bond unmatched to any other, save for that of your mate. Yet another reason we were so uneasy to leave Sammy be.

Even if she wasn't a member of our kind, she was our Luna, no matter what the circumstances were. She was a member of our inner circle and didn't even know it. And she was my best friend, aside from all of the titles and bonds forged in blood. It was ironic and angering to no end.

Zane put the truck into drive, heading towards our packhouse; Another thing we had hidden from Sammy. Nobody outside our pack or allies were allowed beyond these gates, so we had told her we lived in the guest houses on our territory before we had realized the truth. I winced at the thought of her discovering just how much we had lied to her these past two years.

The gate to the dirt driveway was closed, but the guards on duty recognized our scent in an instant, opening the gate for us quickly. We gave them a nod of our heads, even Marco sobering up enough to do so. He might have been a stupid shit around us most of the time, but he held a high level of respect in our pack as Delta male.

We parked in our usual spot, and I took a deep breath in order to see if everyone was home. I caught everyone's scent, Paige & Will's fresher than the rest, letting me know they must've just returned from the shift change for patrols. I also caught the scent of pizza, causing my stomach to rumble slightly. I sent a quick thanks to the big man upstairs for allowing me to eat whatever I want and not have to worry about gaining a pound.

One of our many advantages.

As we made our way inside I saw the unopened box resting on the counter beside Will and Paige, who were currently in a heavy make-out session. Nia however, was sulking on her phone in the corner. While Greyson was nowhere to be seen.

"Watch out, your tongues might get lost," I linked to the both of them, which had them breaking apart and flipping me off simultaneously.

"I swear to fucking God, you're all sex addicted exhibitionists," Marco grumbled, walking towards the kitchen counter.