Page 30 of The Wolf King's Mate

Fletcher

Silas is fucked

Nothing we can do about it now

I’ve got to get back to hiding groupies. Now’s the time to pray for Fiona’s life. I know how much you like her

I bit back a small grin.

Me

I’ll get right on it

Good luck

Fletcher

Be careful. I’ll text you after he’s gone. Love you

Me

Love you too

I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a long breath, navigating out of the message. My hands were shaking just a little. My wolf was lounging, though, perfectly satisfied by the current turn of events.

Most wolves didn’t care who their current partner had been with before, so Enzo seemed excessively possessive. But when he couldn’t find my scent anywhere near Silas, or in the cabin, I hoped that might fade a little. Enough to save Silas, at least.

I wasn’t going to bargain with my body to keep Silas or the Creek groupies alive. If I tried, it would just make Enzo think I was more attached to them than I was.

But he cared about my wolf choosing to make things more difficult by flashing his pack.

I could use that, if I was smart about it.

I sat down on the edge of his bed and opened up the message he’d sent himself with my heat cycle. He had to have stopped by his brother’s office for his phone, since he’d forced Fletcher to text him details.

Me

If anyone dies tonight, my wolf is likely to rebel

I didn’t expect a message back.

He obviously didn’t text much. His phone had been in that drawer for more than four months, according to his brothers.

But a message came through a minute later anyway.

Enzo

If you leave our room while I’m gone, my wolf is likely to make sure everyone I meet tonight dies

I bit my lip.

The message was rough.

Brutal.

Threatening.

My wolf purred anyway.

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