Page 135 of The Wolf King's Mate

But my stomach clenched anyway.

Enzo led me across the room and sat down in a chair. He tried to pull me onto his lap, but I took my own seat. There were two empty chairs, but that didn’t matter. At least the room fit us.

“What happened?” I asked Silas.

It didn’t take a genius to know that he wouldn’t have been there if he had another option. Him and Fletcher avoided each other like their lives depended on it. Considering how much their wolves hated each other, their lives did kind of depend on it.

“Some people in the city remembered our connection and came after me last night. My pack is large, and took my side, but I wasn’t going to risk their lives in a fight against a mob. Enzo owes me one, so I figured he could offer me sanctuary until you get everything sorted.” He nodded at Enzo.

My Alpha’s neck was tight.

He didn’t like that idea even a little.

But he jerked his head in a nod anyway. Before he rolled my chair closer to his. The arms knocked against each other as he set his hand on my thigh, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Let’s get this over with before someone dies,” Fletcher said, fighting to keep his voice neutral.

Enzo growled, “I wasn’t going to kill anyone.”

“He’s not talking about you. His wolf and Silas’s attack each other almost every time they’re together,”I murmured into his mind, waiting for him to flinch in pain.

He didn’t.

Maybe it really didn’t hurt him when we spoke mentally.

“Enzo’s going to play nice,” I said aloud. “Sydney, I’m sorry about changing you without your permission. You looked young, and I couldn’t let you die when there was something I could do about it.”

She met my gaze with a small smile. “I’m glad you did. Thank you.”

I nodded.

At least she didn’t hate me.

That was good.

“We’re obviously here to talk about turning more humans,” Clay said. “Not sure why Silas needed to be in this meeting, but I guess that’s fine.”

“I invited him,” Nova said.

Hunter clenched his jaw to muffle his wolf’s growl.

“Lovely. Anyway, we’ve got a plan,” Clay said.

“Who’s we?” Silas asked.

“The Savage brothers and Fletcher. He’s basically one of them now. Keep up,” Nova muttered, elbowing him in the ribs.

The friendly interaction made something in my chest hurt.

How many times did we have similar interactions as kids?

And how long had it been since things had been like that for us?

“Right.Wehave a plan.” Clay gestured to Enzo, himself, and Hunter. Then, to me and Fletcher.

I lifted an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged. “You’re part of the family now, too.”

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