Page 50 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

“Fine,” I said, my voice tight. “But we need to move quickly. Orson won’t stop until he gets what he wants, and if he’s after Amelia, we need to find out why.”

“I’ll start digging into any recent activity from rival vampire clans. If Orson’s back, someone had to have helped him. I will find out who,” Julian nodded, his expression serious.

“I’m not just going to sit here and wait for him to come after me again. I want to help,” Amelia stood, her hands clenched at her sides.

“Amelia…” I started, but she cut me off.

“No, Aidan. This is my life, my past, my future. I’m not going to be a pawn in whatever game Orson is playing. If I’m Alma’s reincarnation, then I need to know everything. I need to understand what’s happening.”

I hesitated, torn between wanting to protect her and knowing she had a right to be involved. Finn stepped forward, his voice calm but firm.

“She’s right, Aidan. Keeping her in the dark isn’t going to help. We need to work together if we’re going to stop this.”

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.

“Fine. But first I need to be sure that you are safe.”

“Our men are outside, we are just waiting for your order sir,” Julian said.

“Amelia will be taken to one of my mansions,” I said firmly, my voice leaving no room for argument. “It has high-level security, and she’ll be safe there.”

“That’s the first place they’ll look. If Orson’s after her, he’ll expect you to hide her in one of your properties. She’ll be safer with me,” Finn stepped forward, his jaw tight.

“And why is that?” I turned to him, my eyes narrowing.

“Because they won’t suspect she’s with a werewolf,” Finn shot back, his tone sharp. “Your mansions are too obvious. My underground house is off the grid, and they won’t even think to look there.”

I clenched my fists, the idea of Amelia being out of my sight unbearable. But before I could argue, Amelia spoke up.

“Finn’s right,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. “If Orson’s after me, he’ll expect me to be with you, Aidan. Going with Finn might be the safest option.”

I hesitated, my gaze flickering between Amelia and Finn. Every instinct in me screamed to keep her close, to protect her myself. But I couldn’t ignore the logic in their argument.

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “But Julian will arrange the logistics. And I’m sending some of my men with you. No arguments.”

Finn nodded, though his expression remained tense.

“Understood.”

Julian stepped forward, already pulling out his phone.

“I’ll coordinate everything. We’ll leave through the rooftop to avoid suspicion. I’ll have the helicopter ready.”

“Make it quick,” I gave a curt nod, my mind racing.

Within minutes, Julian escorted Amelia and Finn to the rooftop where my helicopter waited. I watched them board, my chest tight. Amelia glanced back, her eyes filled with fear and determination.

“Be careful,” I said, my voice low.

“You too,” she nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line.

As the helicopter lifted off, I turned to Julian.

“Let’s go. We have work to do.”

We returned to my mansion, where Fergus was already waiting. The three of us gathered in the study, the air heavy with urgency.

“What’s the plan?” Fergus asked, his voice sharp.

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