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Another murmur rippled through the room.

“What if that doesn’t work?” he asked. “What if we don’t get to you in time, or you change forms accidentally? They’ll tear you apart once they realize you’re useless to them. They want to use you for destruction and chaos, and we can’t let that happen. Not even to save Kodiak.”

“No. He can’t die. H-he can’t.”

“We do’t let it happen.” Onai said.

“You can’t guarantee that. I’m the best bet.” A terrible one, perhaps but the best they had. She knew in her heart that everything Ash and Onai said was true. The vampires weren’t going to be so easily fooled. But she couldn’t give up now. This was her chance to help the pack and to get what she wanted —to save Kodiak.

“We’ve masked our scents before, when we went to the nightclub,” said Channing, earning a glare from Ash.

“See, it can be done.” Tamaska said.

“But Amdis will be expecting us to play tricks, to try and rescue Kodiak without making a true exchange.” Onai sighed “We’ll have to be smarter than them.”

“So, what’s the plan, then?” Tamaska massaged her temples in tight circles.

Onai inhaled slowly. “We’ll use you as bait, then leave with you and Kodiak in tow. And kill some vampires.”

Tamaska’s stomach tightened. “Let’s do it, then.”

“All in favor?”

The pack lifted their heads and howled softly, music vibrating through the room as each wolf contributed a unique pitch.

Tamaska swallowed hard as the howls raised goosebumps on her skin.

Kodiak wouldn’t like Tamaska’s plan. But the tables had turned and, for once, she would have to rescue him.

CHAPTER 23

Tamaska

The plan to use her as bait was risky.

She knew that. But what else could they do?

Silently, she went over the details one more time as Channing drove the van to the nightclub—go in, make the exchange, wait until Kodiak was safe. Then, all hell would break lose.

Her nerves were stretched tight. And worry nibbled at her. So much could go wrong.

Everything hinged on the plan’s perfect execution. But they’d only had time for a single discussion and a few questions, before hitting the road and hightailing it to the Blood Moon Nightclub—the last place Tamaska had ever wanted to return.

But that was the least of it. The fact they hadn’t had much time, the fact the clock ticked down, and the fact she hated the club with a passion…it didn’t matter to her, not really.

What did, what gnawed at her deep where she tried to hide it even from herself, was the her part of it.

Even if the vamps didn’t cotton on to the plan, didn’t know of the shifters who’d be waiting to attack, what if they got in her head again?

She didn’t worry about them reading her mind. She didn’t think they could do that, but they could manipulate her. Poke inside and stir things up.

But she knew the feeling, the strange dreamy, swimmy feeling of it, the way thoughts that weren’t right would insinuate themselves into her.

Tamaska had to be on high alert for that.

And do everything like they planned.

“Easy, right?” she muttered.

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