Page 47 of Enzo

“Those two still haven’t played their hands?” Zyion asks.

Other than them slipping away to feed that night the feral attacked, they really have broken no rules. I told Chayton about them leaving, but even he said he knew at some point they would need to go.

I at least thought they would’ve gotten angry and left by now. The pack has not let up on making them miserable. Just this morning, they awoke to the word leech spray painted on their front door. Two days ago, someone set fire to a bag of shit on their doorstep, and they’ve had so many dead animals left ontheir porch they could start a pet cemetery. Even with all that, they remain.

“Your slave owning founding fathers were much more brutal.”Her words that night in Chayton’s kitchen echoes back in my head.“I’ve lived long enough to experience and see more hate and torture than you will ever know.”

“She’s not leaving,”my wolf says in my head.

“She will eventually,”I tell him.

Eventually, she’ll crack and leave or show her true colors. I’ll be glad either way.

“Not yet,” Chayton huffs. “I’m starting to think she’s actually a loyal friend to Elizabeth.”

“What if what they say is true?” Alarick asks. “What if they aren’t hiding something and they are genuinely here for our help?”

Chayton, Zyion, and I look at each other before we burst out laughing.

“I’m not sure about all that,” Chayton says. “She’s hiding something. I just don’t think she means any harm to my mate.”

On that, he and I agree. After watching them interact and hearing their stories that night at dinner, I realized she really thought she was friends with Luna.

Before I could respond, a member of our pack runs up to us.

“Alpha, we have a problem. The drivers came back from their lumber drop in town. They said everyone in Jonesville is talking about a family that was found dead last night.”

“Why is that a problem for me?” Chayton asks the same question that’s on my mind.

“Because someone drained the bodies of blood.”

“Fuck,” Zyion swears.

Chayton turns to me. “Did they leave last night?”

I think back to my patrol. They went in about nine last night and I didn’t see them move again. Around midnight, I went to bed.

“I don’t think so. But they slipped out once before without me knowing.”

The night the feral attacked them, I had no idea they were gone. The only reason I found out is because around midnight, some of the guys set off fireworks on their front porch. I waited for her to run out at the sound. When she didn’t, I knew something was wrong. That’s when I looked for their car and found it missing.

“Well, you might want to get back to town. The pack knows about the family and they’re out for blood,” the wolf warns.

“Chayton,” Alarick says, getting our attention. “You don’t want that.” His warning gives me pause. However, I don’t have time to think about it. We all take off back toward town.

By the time we get back, our entire pack was outside of the vamp’s cabin demanding their heads.

Chayton and I push through the crowd. The oldest vamp is standing up on the porch. Her face is neutral as she stares back at the angry wolves. The youngest is behind her pacing. She has that tired look on her face again. The same one she had right before they left to feed that last time. She paces behind her sister with her hands at her head.

Luna is standing with them. Miko is in wolf form at her side. She’s doing her best to control the wolves.

“It’s over, Luna,” Phaedra says. “They killed a family in town.”

“We killed no one,” the oldest vamp yells over the crowd.

“Don’t speak to me, leech,” Phaedra shouts. Torak holds his mother back when she tries to take a step toward the stairs of the porch.

The oldest vamp lifts a brow at Phaedra but doesn’t speak again. Her face remains in that neutral state.

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