Page 111 of The Pack

No one said much. The tension from earlier still hung in the air, but there was a quiet understanding between us now.

Zara was safe, and for tonight, that was enough.

The sun was just beginning to rise when we woke the next morning, the faint light streaming into the cottage through the cracks in the walls. The fire had burned down to embers, and the room was cold, but Zara was still asleep, her breaths even and soft.

Magnus stirred first, scanning the room before looking at her. “We need to move soon,” he said quietly.

I nodded, stretching as I rose to my feet. “Dublin’s not far now.”

Killian yawned loudly as he leaned against the wall. “Hope you’re ready, lass,” he said, glancing at Zara as she began to stir. “The fun part’s just about to start.”

She moved, her sleepiness still written all over her face. Then she started, and her cheeks reddened, likely as she realized she was still naked underneath the blanket and remembered the events of the previous night. She pulled it up just enough to cover her bare beautiful breasts, flicking her gaze between each one of us until finally her eyes landed on me. She looked nervous. I smirked and cocked my head in her direction, clearing my throat.

“Stand up. Leave the blanket where it is,” I directed.

Her blush deepened, but she hesitantly obeyed me.

“Turn around and show me that well-punished ass,” I instructed, and her eyes opened wide, embarrassment flushing across her features.

Slowly, she did as she was told. Her body hinged slightly at the waist, and I was graced with the heavenly vision of her naked backside. The welts from her switching were much lighter now, leaving behind several pink lines that striped her perfect heart-shaped bottom.

The sight of it made my cock very,veryhard.

It also made me want to fuck her ass again. Her pussy. Her wet, warm mouth. Every single one of her holes until she screamedmy name and begged for mercy as I forced one climax after another from her trembling little body.

There would be time for that later. For now, we had to get moving, tragically.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “As much as I would like to enjoy that beautiful body this morning, it’s time for us to go.”

With a knowing smile, Callum handed her a pile of clothes that we had found in the cottage the night before. She dressed quickly, slipping into a pair of worn jeans and a thick flannel shirt that were slightly too big for her, but I knew she would be warm in them, at least. She laced up her boots with quick, efficient movements, and then stood up, looking between the five of us.

Her cheeks were still a bit flushed, and I reveled in the sight.

“Ready?” Magnus asked calmly.

She nodded, her jaw tightening. “Let’s go.”

We stepped outside, the chill of the morning air biting at our skin as we moved down the narrow path that led toward Dublin’s edge.

As we ventured into the city, the destruction became more pronounced. The cobblestone streets were cracked and uneven and covered with pieces of twisted metal and scorched wood. Rubble spilled from what had once been shops, their painted signs faded and charred. There were no sounds—no birds, no wind, no life. Only the eerie, oppressive silence of a city long dead.

“This place is worse than I thought,” Callum said softly, his gray eyes scanning the ruins as he walked beside me.

Killian kicked at a loose brick. “No one’s lived here in years,” he muttered, his usual grin replaced by a tight frown. “Not properly, anyway.”

“That’s not entirely true,” she said.

Magnus froze and glanced at her. “What do you mean?”

“Mogg, the creature you saved me from,” Zara said quietly, her eyes dark with the memory of that terrible mutant creature. “He said there’s something worse in Dublin. Something dark. Dangerous…”

Her voice trailed off, her gaze dropping to the cracked pavement beneath her feet.

“What?” Thorne asked, his eyes narrowing with concern. He stopped in his tracks, glancing around the ruins around us. “Itoldyou,” he said, his voice tight. “I told you there’s something out here.”

Killian rolled his eyes. “Don’t start, Thorne.”

“I’m not starting anything,” Thorne snapped. “But I’ve heard the stories—mutations don’t just stop with the animals. The zone changes everything it touches.”

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