Page 116 of Slick Handling

Our goalie leaves the net and skates over to us. He’s thankfully calmer than either of us are. But that’s all about to change when I inform him about what Marcus has been posting online.

None of us have followed Marcus before we met our own Omega. After him trying to steal Clover we hadn’t followed him because why would we? Now we’re going to have to see what he is posting so that we can make sure we keep our girl safe.

“C’mon, let’s go call Apollo and make sure he’s home.” We all skate off the ice, thankful that Coach is still in his office so we can make the call.

That’s all we need. To piss off coach more with our pack drama. He’s already been on our asses about not being idiots.

It only rings twice before Apollo answers.

“I’m still in the cab. Traffic is absolutely brutal.” He explains and we frown. He was supposed to already be there with her. When we last talked to Clover before taking the ice she had said that she was going to watch the game and that Apollo’s parents were headed out to dinner.

That was over a half hour ago.

“Have you talked to Clover?” Griffin rushes the words out and Apollo is quiet.

“I told her I was on my way and that traffic was bad. She didn’t respond, but I didn’t think anything of it. Why? What’s going on?” Apollo sounds worried now.

Mick already has his phone in hand and is calling someone. Griffin has his phone out too and is slamming his fingers into the keys.

My stomach turns and something doesn’t feel right. Something is off and we missed it.

“We just heard Marcus has been posting about adding another Omega to pack Weaver. It just feels strange.” I’m trying to stay calm, but my heart is beating like I’m having a heart attack right now.

Clover has to be safe.

“Apollo’s parents are at dinner.” Mick looks horrified, “They said Clover was having a little heat spike and was napping on the couch when they left.”

That bad feeling is back in full force.

My eyes land on Griffin who is staring at his phone, calling over and over again, with no response. Clover could still be sleeping, but it doesn’t seem like that. Now knowing that someone else has been talking about our girl.

“I’m on our street now.” Apollo informs us. Griffin is still calling her number and McKinley is staring at my phone like it has some answers.

We can hear Apollo getting out of the cab. Our front door is opening and his feet are on the carpet as he rushes into the living room first because McKinley said she was sleeping there.

He breathes a sigh of relief and we hear her voice.

“APOLLO!”

All of us breathe a sigh of relief at that sound. She’s safe. He got to her and everything is fine.

“WATCH OUT!” Her scream of terror is filled with the phone falling from his hand. A growling scream leaves him mouth before it goes silent and the line is disconnected with an ominous beep.

We’re all frantic as we start taking off our gear. We need to get out of here. We need to get home.

Apollo. Clover.

Oh God.

Griffin’s phone rings and he picks it up, setting it on speaker phone.

“Hello?”

“Sir Purrington doesn’t like Apollo’s cellphone and dove head first off the stairs to attack it from his hands. He’s okay, so don’t worry. I think Apollo might need stitches though because Mister One was a little naughty and bit his ear pretty bad. He told me to call you guys just to let you know and so you didn’t freak out.” Clover, oblivious to the fact that the last three minutes of my life cost me ten years, speaks softly. “Oh and good luck at your game! See you guys soon!” She hangs up and Griffin lets out a sigh.

“I think I shit my pants.”

“Jesus Christ.” Mick falls into his stall, his head hitting the wood in the back.

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