Page 66 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 1

“Thank you,” I told him, glaring at Michael.

I still hated being away from her and the separation was already weighing on me, but that was just motivation to wrap things up quickly. Find Chelle, get her out of here, reunite her with Aiden, so I could have my girl without causing an international war. There was too much at stake for me to screw this up.

“You up for helping Taylor and Grant today?”

“Definitely.”

“You're sure about this?” Michael asked Silas.

“Sure, why not. Maybe keeping him busy will help keep his mind off things. Look we've all been through this before and not one of us handled it well. Give him a little slack and pray he doesn't hang himself or anyone else in the process.”

I had no idea why the gorilla was helping me, but I was grateful to him for it.

If I were overly ambitious, I would take this opportunity as a trial to prove myself in the hopes of switching to Bravo team. They were the most elite and top group of all the Westin Force teams. But Delta was the Pack’s unit. It wasn't often that we traveled this much. The majority of our expectations were all in San Marco. If Tilly agreed to moving there to be with me, I knew I would want to stay on Delta in order to ensure I was home as much as possible.

Then again, if she refused to relocate to California with me, then I would be moving back to Australia and none of it would matter anyway.

I certainly wasn't going to admit that to either of these team leaders right now.

When it came time for assignments, I was moved to Bravo, going in undercover with Taylor and Grant as Logan, their British friend and travel companion after it was agreed that my accent wasn't Aussie enough after so many years in the States.

That was debatable and really depended on how many Australians were working this thing. But I did not argue with them. I would play my part however they asked as long as it meant finding my mate's sister.

No one had seemed surprised by the move which told me Michael had already prepared our team for it—without me.

Since Walker was already back on the plane and headed to King territory to meet up with Echo who was making rounds through the top six largest dingo shifter tribes, that left only four remaining on Delta. Because of this the decision was made to merge the two units under Silas's authority.

As mad as I was at Michael for orchestrating everything that had happened, there was still a part of me that felt bad for the temporary demotion. That was probably because I knew it was all my fault.

“Okay, any questions or concerns?” Silas asked at the end of our first merged meeting.

I looked around to stare down Michael, Linc, Colin, and Tucker, each in turn, daring them to comment any concerns about me. None of them seemed keen to speak up though.

“Great. We'll break off into small teams to coordinate specific roles then. I don't think I have to explain to any of you what's at stake here. Charlie and Echo are working hard to prepare the Tribes while we shut down these Collector's once and for all.”

“Lachlan, you're with us,” Taylor said as others began breaking off and pairing up too.

“Hey.”

“Let's head back to the hotel and hang out in our suite. Tarron already swept it for any monitoring devices and there's a dampener in there as well as this new distorter that Elliot's team created. If anyone tries to put a bug nearby, that thing will successfully block it. It's pretty awesome,” Taylor gushed.

“Echo has all the coolest toys,” Grant explained.

We chatted and caught up as their driver took us back to their hotel where they were staying in the penthouse as would be expected if not renting a house or small compound for someone in their position, or at least for the character Taylor plays, aka Tayla Grimes.

She'd been undercover as a wealthy Collector with that alias for quite some time. Her now late husband, Walter Grimes, aka Walker, was snatched up and flown away during an auction in Venezuela by a rare witch. He was perceived to be dead. The witch in question was actually Lindsey, his mate, but the humans weren't aware of that. To them, Tayla was now a widow.

It made it pretty screwed up that Grant was now playing the role of her brother when in actuality, he’s her mate.

“And you will be Sir Logan Fritzbank III, a wealthy, aristocratic friend of mine who is looking into starting a collection. I already have you cleared and Archie is tightening up your security background should they run a check.”

“Sir Logan Fritzbank?”

“The third,” she corrected.

“That is an absurd name. Where do you come up with these things?”

“Hey now, that was my contribution. And you're welcome,” Grant said. “I am Graham Breckinridge, Tayla's favorite brother.”

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