Page 60 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
“Yes.”
Her eyes turned hard. Once again, I’d crossed a line. “I’ll see what Thalia says.”
“Sasha—”
“If I’m to stay with the pack, her rule goes above yours, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t get nasty because you’re upset,” I warned her.
She huffed and stalked back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the bed to get dressed.
***
We left the following day, having reconciled and reached an impasse. That mostly consisted of seducing each other at different points in arguments when we realized we’d butt heads once again on different opinions.
The thought of her sucking on my fingers at that breakfast table had spurred me on all day and night, drawing me insatiably back to her body. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her scent, her body, her noises, her responses.
I forced myself to not even grasp her thigh as I drove towards the highway. I let Fenrys know we’d left the safe house, and Thalia had checked in with Sasha. Sasha kept giggling as she checked her phone.
“What is it?” I asked, feeling like I was being watched.
“Girl talk,” she answered with a kiss blown through the air.
“I swear, if you’re—”
“We’re comparing—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” I growled. Then I grabbed her thigh and tightened my grip, listening to her breathy gasp. She laughed through it.
“Jealous?” she giggled.
“No,” I answered. I definitely wasn’t. My knuckles tightened on the wheel as I drove us toward Palmetto, Georgia. I’d had Theo and Lyna scope out the office two days before, when I’d been at the cabin in Fayetteville. We needed to check out that office. Ideally, I should have been doing it with Fenrys but we’d already lost another day and he was trying to find out where Jackson himself was now based residentially.
Where I was now concerned for Sasha’s safety, involving the pack’s return and protecting my leader and pack, Fenrys’s concerns were more directed at the town and getting revenge for Thalia.
He needed to find out if the new leader of that pack was in Silverlake Valley and how much of a threat he was posing, especially now that we knew Graham’s son was involved somewhere. What was he doing for them, exactly? Fenrys had set up a meeting with the council that afternoon to discuss potential safety backups in case the pack had any larger-scaleattacks and to see who would back Fenrys in a fight and gain protection if it ever came down to it.
“According to Lyna, their makeshift base is right up here,” I told Sasha as we drove through Palmetto, coming to the heart of an industrial estate. Many office buildings surrounded a parking lot. I went around the building, staying far back enough that we wouldn’t be seen. I just needed to get close enough to—
A crackle came through my car.
There.
“What is that?” Sasha asked.
“A bug,” I told her. “I got Theo and Lyna to bug around the office. The microphones are
around the window, so it won’t catch much, but it’ll be something. I just needed to get within a certain radius, and then we get the intel.”
Sasha shook her head, half smiling. “Insane.”
“According to Lyna, this office is where the whole pack meets. It’s the new version of the abandoned warehouse. The cabin in Fayetteville was one of the stations after they dispersed, waiting for the call to regroup after we attacked them in Silverlake Valley last year. My guess is that they’re meeting here and probably plan to take over the warehouse once… Well…” I couldn’t find it in me to finish that sentence, to consider the possibility of being eliminated and letting the pack have the run of Silverlake Valley.
“That’s Jackson,” Sasha whispered, making me focus again. My head whipped around to the window. I could see that it gave us a glimpse of at least five people in there. Darren Garth, along with the shaved-headed man, stood next to Jackson, who must have been high-ranked. Then there was Graham’s son,which was a good sign that he was here and not with his father, interfering with the meeting Fenrys was calling today.
I recognized a few other faces, and I fought not to let the memories from that night drag me back. Sasha’s eyes were glazed wide, as she looked at the pack. They were hulking men, all of them. Some had tattoos on their faces, others were double my size. Their arms were as big as damn tree trunks.
I could only imagine how imposing they’d look when they shifted.
