Page 104 of Hawke

Delilah had hidden her pain well. The guards tormented her; she watched drug trafficking, orgies, and murders take place in the mansion she’d called home. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was sex trafficking in there, but her blatant request that there be none of that in their home was made clear to Shane.

He seemed to honor that request, but he was a twisted fucker from her memories. He was a grade-A psycho. I wouldn‘t be surprised if he kept it away from his wife and had it going in secret. The Iron Fang would get their hands in it somehow, I would make sure of that. The entire empire would burn.

Delilah stilled until her head popped up.

“I gotta pee!” she squeaked, looking around the room.

She hopped over our massive form with ease, landing on the balls of her feet.

“Damn, she can move.”

Delilah had always been clumsy. There were too many times she knocked over trays of drinks when she first started working as a server. She stood up, looking for a door for a restroom, but panicked when she didn’t find one.

“Bathroom?” She nibbled her lip, pulling down her shirt to cover herself.

“My mate, I will take you outside,” my wolf said to her, jumping from the bed. “This is a basic cabin, I’m afraid.”

Delilah smiled, grabbing his tail and following him outside. But when we walked down the steps, Bram appeared through the veil.

He was wearing a dark sweatshirt and dark washed jeans with two bags on either side of his shoulders. His handlebar mustache was gone, his ozone scent heavy to wash away his scent, but his peppered beard was there as were his dark brown eyes.

He sighed, his shoulders slumped, and a small grin graced his face. “I see you both made it. That is good.” Bram set his bags on the forest floor.

“I’m so glad you made it,” Delilah said happily. “But if you will excuse me!” She pranced around to run around the house, but my wolf gripped her shirt by the teeth and pulled on it so she wouldn’t run away without us.

He wouldn‘t let her out of his sight, not when we were unsure of the veil around us.

“What’s wrong?” Bram approached us, a limp in his step.

“I’ve got to use the ladies‘ room, and there isn’t one inside, and I just gotta–” She hooked her finger around the cabin, and Bram let out a laugh.

“Darling, this is a magical cabin. It will give you what you need; all you have to do is ask.”

My wolf tilted his head, and my curiosity was heightened when Bram walked up the steps and knocked on the door three times. “We need two bedrooms, two full bathrooms please, fully stocked.”

Bram stepped away, and the cabin shook for ten seconds and settled. The outward appearance didn’t change, and my wolf scoffed.

“Ye, of little faith,” Bram tutted. “Come Delilah, open the door.”

Delilah hesitantly walked up the stairs to the porch, and Bram put his hand on the small of her back to encourage her. My wolf snarled, jumping up the steps and snapping at Bram. He ripped his hand back, chuckling and holding his hands away in surrender.

“Right, right, that was my fault.” Bram winked with his smirk.

The bastard.

“Puppy, not nice,” Delilah scolded as she opened the door.

She gasped, not taking a second glance at us, and ran inside. “Ah! A toilet! Yay!”

Bram chuckled; my wolf’s teeth were still bared at Bram.

“Puppy, huh? What does Hawke think about that?”

My wolf snorted, not caring for the warlock. Animals didn’t seem to care for warlocks and witches, anyway. Animals didn’t understand the magical properties, they understood what they could see and feel while magic couldn’t be seen. Their feelings could be manipulated, the ground, the water, and the air could all be altered, making their reality non-existent.

“He’ll come around. I promise.” He rubbed his leg and stepped forward, but instead of taking a firm step, he dropped to his knee, letting out a painful cry.

“Oh my god, Bram, are you okay?” Delilah rushed to his side and tried to pull him up.

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