Page 88 of Alpha Power

Her phone began to vibrate in her pocket, and she reached in and pulled it out.

No caller ID

Zamorra pursed her lips. This made call number... what? seven? eight?

Ten, her werewolf rumbled.

Even though it didn't show who was calling, she knew it was Luther. No one else had this number and she didn't have the chance to give it out to anyone else yet either, not that there was a massive list of people to give it to anyways.

"You gonna answer this one?" Void asked.

"No." She locked the iPhone, ignoring the call entirely and tucked it back away. "We'll be heading back soon anyway."

"We will?"

"Yep."

It had been a couple hours now and she'd had the chance to calm down, at least partly. The atmosphere had done wonders for her soul. If all her and Luther shared were a few intimate moments, then all good. No worries, mate. Life went on and all that jazz. She was only gonna be here for five years, and once her service was done she was outta there. Sayonara, bitches.

"Alright well, let me hit the head first. Here, take this." Void handed her a black walkie talkie and she frowned.

"Please tell me you stole this from Arturo's?"

"Nope." Void said, popping his 'p'. "I got it from that bald dude’s fancy computer room. Don't it look exactly like the ones I got you when you were a kid? Except not fake and cheap as fuck. Pretty sweet huh?" He shook an identical one in the air with a mischievous grin on his face.

Zamorra sighed. "You know he probably noticed they're missing and is freaking out. You saw how he acted when Luther broke his table with all that fancy equipment."

"I know, why do you think I took 'em?" Void winked. "Stay at the bar, I'll be right back. You remember the code for danger?"

Zamorra rolled her eyes. "Yes, you worry too much."

They had made up the codes when she was young, a different set of numbers for every scenario they could possibly face. It used to drive her parents mad because Zamorra and Void were the only ones who knew what each code represented. It was like a fun little game only for the two of them. The code for danger was one they got from Monsters Inc.

"I'm your uncle, it's kinda my job to worry about you."

Zamorra shooed him off and picked up her drink, moving to the other end of the bar as Void walked towards the bathroom. It was less crowded down there and she was able to grab a stool at the counter and sit down.

Her feet ached, her body sticky with sweat and she was slightly out of breath from all that jumping around they were doing. But despite all that she was happy, or happier than what she was when they first arrived.

A jolt ran through her and she tensed, eyes scanning the room. Her gaze drifted over the dance floor, the DJ booth and all the intoxicated humans before finally landing on a group that just walked through the entrance.

Four of them, two men, two women, all dressed casually in jeans and loose t-shirts were heading towards the bar.

Zamorra tried to study them discreetly. What was it about them that made her predatory instincts kick up?

Their gazes swept across the club as if searching for something before they spoke quietly amongst themselves.

Zamorra blocked out everything else in the room and focused on them, their words fluttering to her ears like a whisper as if they were talking directly into her mind.

"Spread out and find her. She couldn't have gotten far."

She cursed and ducked down. Were they talking about her? Looking for her?

"Check the bathrooms and the smoker’s area outside. Grab anyone with silver hair, we're not taking any chances."

Well, that answered that.

Peeking up through her lashes she spotted the two females walking towards the dance floor, their gazes travelling over every person in their vicinity. The two males headed her way, scrutinising every detail around them.

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