Page 68 of Wolf's Endgame

“I am.”

He had his you can’t talk me out of it face on, so I let it go, pleased he was the one who had to tell Landon’s twin.

“Will you tell Cannon?”

Kris gave me an eye roll. “Who do you think suggested it first?”

“Ah.” I should have known. “I guess you strategized a lot?”

“We all knew what was to happen; it was just the first time we were all in the room together since getting you back.”

“Right.” He was looking at me, and I recognized the look so well. “You’re wearing your you’re not going to like it face.”

“I have a face for that?” he asked me with a smirk, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Just tell me.”

“We need to fight Bale and the Pack Council and win.”

I nodded. “I knew this.”

“There are two battles to plan for.”

“Anterrio Pack and the Pack Council—I’m not deaf.”

“No, that’s one and the same,” he corrected me.

“It is?” I frowned. “So what’s fight number two?”

“You are.”

Kris said it so matter-of-factly that I doubted I had heard him correctly. “Me?”

“Moonstar. She needs to be handled.”

“And how do you plan to do that, brother?” My voice was low, almost a hiss, senses on full alert in case he called her forth. “She’s inside me.”

“We’re aware.” Kris was nodding.

“We are? Who is we?”

The flat look my brother gave me was enough, but I wanted to hear him say it, and with a resigned sigh, Kris threw his hands in the air with exasperation. “Luna, Kez, you know this is all Cannon will fixate on. To him, getting rid of her is more of a priority than Anterrio Pack.”

“Stopping Bale is all that matters.”

“Not to your mate.”

Pushing myself off the bed, I crossed the room to the door. “Well, he’s stupid. Let’s go fix his thinking.”

“Kezia, wait.” Kris was on his feet, and I hesitated at the door, looking back at him. When he held up a phone, I felt my mouth drop open. “He already knows.”

“What the heck?” Looking between the phone and my brother, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or erupt. “You…you’re…he’s listening?”

The bedroom door opened, and I stepped back automatically, letting Cannon into the room. “Before you lose your sh?—”

“Too late. Ship’s sailed. Train’s left the station. Rocket’s launched. Shit’s lost.” I walked to the corner of the room, eyeing both of them. “You two are cozier than I thought.”

“That feels like an accusation,” Cannon murmured.

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