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“Wolves believe that too, it’s why we believe in the sanctity of packs,” he says, sitting up and reaching out for my clothes. “We’re gonna ride like the wind, baby. Don’t be scared, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I feel like you say that a lot to me, Jabba.”

“I do. But it’s only because it’s the truth, Electra. You’re my entire world, without you, there’s no reason for me to exist.”

In no time at all, we’re back at the clubhouse and Jabba’s rushing off, naked as the day he was born, to have Cyrus call church while I look for Harmony. When I find her, I see her face is pale and fear is in her eyes.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“I felt it. Blood witches are nearby. The question is why? But that question will have to be answered later. Karsyn’s on her way with her grimoire. Go get yours and meet me in the kitchen.” Harmony is on a roll, buried deep in thought so I decide to let her do her thing without any interruptions from me.

I rush off to my room, scooping up Sprinkles as I pass her, so she isn’t in our way and once inside, I settle her on the bed before I pick up my grimoire that Jabba and the girls got when they went to the house to grab my possessions and clutch it to my chest. Right now, the energy held within is almost palpable, which isslightly frightening. Yet, I know my sister witches will help me figure it out so we can protect everyone.

“Behave,” I tell Sprinkles who just meows at me before curling up and closing her eyes. As I head back down to the kitchen, my mind is working feverishly as I think about the events of this afternoon.

Chapter Nine

Jabba

“Tellme you didn’t just run through the common room with your junk hanging out,” Cyrus bellows.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I shout back. My focus is on what happened, what it means for the two clubs, and of course, the fact that I now have a mate.

A mate. As those two words resonate in my mind, I stop in my tracks. I don’t know if we’ll be able to communicate telepathically or not but decide to try it later on.

“Brother, you’re naked, and as far as I know, we didn’t plan for a club run. I know Jazzy’s a shifter as well, but we’ve always tried to shield her from us when we shift back to our human form,” Cyrus replies.

Okay, he’s still yelling, but nowhere near as loudly as he did when I first stopped in front of him, which is good. His words penetrate my foggy mind and glancing down, I realize he’s right and I’m standing before them butt ass naked. I shoulda thoughtahead before rushing to relay our newest development to him. My mind was centered on the safety of my brothers, women, and children, and not my state of dress. I was so consumed with finding him so we could try and figure out what happened while I was off with Electra that I didn’t even think to grab a pair of sweats to slip on in my haste. He tosses me a pair of pants which I slip on, grateful that we have them stacked practically anywhere.

“Thank the goddess you covered up,” Prowler says, snickering.

“Don’t be jealous,” I snark as I slip on the proffered sweats. “We can’t all be goddess blessed.”

He reaches down and grabs his junk before thrusting his hips in my direction. “Maybe I don’t show it off because I don’t want to offend you and your mini me.”

“Guys!” Cyrus hollers. “Focus. It’s like I’m surrounded by pups and not grown ass wolves. What was so important that you came in here swinging your junk around like it’s the blade of a helicopter?”

“Is Corbin on his way by any chance?” I question, not wanting to repeat myself multiple times if at all possible. I feel like I’m always having to do that; repeat myself like a broken record and it takes away precious time we need to formulate a plan.

“How would you know that? I called before you came running into the room,” Cyrus replies.

I shrug my shoulders because I didn’t know, but I was hoping that they could feel the urgency beneath our bond and felt what I was projecting.

“Can I wait to tell all of y’all at the same time?” I question. I don’t want to be disrespectful of my president, but something deep inside my gut is telling me that time is of the essence.

“Why is it that you ask me that exact question every time I ask you to tell me something?” Cyrus throws his hands in the air but there’s a hint of humor in his tone, so I don’t take offense.

I sigh then say, “Because it usually ends up that I repeat the same situation more than once. It gets exhausting, Brother.”

The room explodes in laughter because some of these fuckers I call brother do it to me as well. They know I prefer solitude to being the center of attention. I may be the club’s enforcer, but it’s mostly because I have the ability to stay somewhat apart from everyone else so I can keep an eye on everyone and everything.

“He’s got a point, Pres,” Prowler says once he stops snickering. “And he’s a surly fucker on the best of days.”

“He’s supposed to be surly, he’s our enforcer,” Bandit retorts.

Gee thanks, VP,my mind snarks. I don’t say it out loud of course; Idovalue my life after all.

“Well, surly or not, we all do that to him any time something comes up and with everything that’s happened since Harmony first came, it’s probably wearing on him,” Prowler advises.

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