To my fellow Americans, Happy 4th of July!
Thank you to everyone for being so patient and for reading/voting/commenting/fanning!
(Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors)
Nicholas St. Claire
“No.” I said flatly.
“Look, this is better than any other intel you’ve gotten so far.” Kyle argued.
“I said no.” I growled back.
“Then what’s your other plan? Wait until your pack digs something up? By then it could be too late and Libby’s blood would be on your hands.”
My snarl reverberated around us.
“You’re asking me to trust my mate’s life with what a rogue says.” I yelled furiously.
“Technically, there’s two rogues.” Kyle shrugged at my unamused expression.
“I know you’re not fond of the idea but it wouldn’t hurt to hear what they have to say. If it’s useful, we can act on it. If not, at least we tried.” Bradshaw suggested, stepping closer to me.
“Fine.” I consented after a moment. “But let’s get this clear, just because you’re doing this doesn’t mean everything is in the clear between our packs. There is no us, just your pack and my pack. Understood?”
“Understood.” Bradshaw glared at me as he spoke.
Within the last half hour I must have lost my mind somewhere between my pack house and Kyle’s bunker. Never would I have thought I’d be trusting the word of a rogue but then again never would I have thought I would find my human mate only for her to be taken by her deranged father and his group of rogues. It all seemed like something you made up to have a fantastic tale to tell your children at bedtime and yet it was reality.
The only information Kyle’s pack could provide me came in the form of two rogue wolves caught trespassing on his territory a few nights before. Knowing he shared my zero tolerance policy for wolves, they agreed to give up information on Libby’s whereabouts in exchange for being let go. I seriously doubted the word of a rogue but I was desperate to find my mate and my pack still hadn’t turned up anything.
“Well are we all just going to stand around in silence or are we going to beat those wolves until they tell us where Libby is?” Sasha huffed, pushing Kyle aside to enter the bunker where the rogues were being kept.
“Same old Sasha.” Meredith murmured with a smile before following her in. Like a dutiful puppy, Bradshaw trailed behind her.
True to our tight knit connection, no one opted to stay home and instead came with.
“Interesting.” Kyle muttered, a sly smirk forming on his face as he appraised Sasha’s retreating figure.
“Don’t look at her like that.” Lilly growled as she stomped by, shoving him purposefully. Dustin smirked as he walked by.
“Your pack is just so warm and friendly.” Kyle commented, smiling with false cheer.
“Let’s just get this over with.” I muttered.
YOU ARE READING
Libby Ashford is finally free of her living nightmare. On the run from her father, she and her mother move to a new town to start fresh and forget their past. Easier said than done. Starting at her new school, Libby already runs into trouble when s...