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“There you are,” she sighed, leaning up and kissing my lips innocently. “Can we get back to you showing me around the house now? Maybe show me to the kitchen next. Seeing the kids eating all that cereal has me craving some peanut butter puffs.”

I chuckled at the shift in her mood, nodding as I took her hands in mine. “Kitchen it is. But first.” I leaned in, pressing a harder kiss to her lips; her back was pressed once more to the wall. As I pulled back, I saw the tail end of Katya’s ponytail disappear around the corner she had come from. I looked at Paige, breathless and unaware of the spy. “Next time someone tries to bother you like that, whether you can handle them or not. Tell me immediately what happened.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she nodded. “Fine, I promise to tell you immediately if I have to lay down some witchy ass kicking. Now, about that cereal.”

“This way,” I laughed, pressing my hand to her lower back as I guided us toward the packhouse kitchen. “And you are in luck. As it turns out, Peanut Butter Puffs are a house favorite. So, you can have two bowls if you want. There is always plenty to go around.”

Chapter fourteen

Paige

“Ihavetogoto another meeting,” Nyte growled as he checked a new message on his phone.

“Again?” I groaned, reluctantly sitting up so he could roll out from under me and out of the bed.

I had been using him as a pillow, groaning at my aching stomach and contradictory cravings. For the past few days, I had been miserable, sick in bed day and night with barely any strength to continue searching for my missing tarot cards. On top of all that, Nyte had been called to the Alpha’s office these past few days more often than in the previous weeks. I had tried asking him a few times what was happening, but he always told me it was nothing to worry about. Just pack business.

“Can’t you just sit this one out? Please?” I whined, rolling on my side as another wave of nausea swept over me.

Nyte bent down, kissing my forehead and rubbing circles over my upset stomach. “If I could, I would. No questions asked. But this isn’t something I can just sit out of. Trust me; I don’t want to leave you alone any more than I have to.”

“What kind of pack business is this?” I asked, even as I knew what he would say.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just relax. Take a nap if you can. I won’t be too long.”

He pressed another kiss to my forehead before leaving. My heavy eyes watching as the door closed behind him. Usually, Madi would have come to keep me company; but lately, even she was attending the meetings, making me even more curious about what they were about.

I rolled over onto my stomach, trying to find the perfect position to lie in to ease my rolling stomach. Part of me just wished I would throw up, hoping that if I did, the nausea would subside, and I could get over whatever sickness I had caught. The buzzing sound of my phone brought my face out of my pillow, stretching my arm out to grab the device from the bedside table.

Grace: Hey, Paige. Long time no talk. You busy?

I smiled, happy to see a message from my friend. Ever since she and Rome took over the Academy, I had rarely heard from her. Despite the light of the screen doing little to ease my nausea, I sent a hasty reply.

Me: Hey, stranger! No, I’m not busy unless you count dying of food poisoning as being busy.

I waited a few minutes for her reply, lolling my head back into the pillow as I waited, only lifting my head again when I heard the alert chime again.

Grace: Is it true you are living in the Coronado Packhouse?

I frowned.

Me: Yeah. How do you know?

Grace: Word travels fast within the werewolf network. What has Nyte told you about what is going on?

I forgot my nausea momentarily; my interest perked as I wondered if Grace knew what all these pack meetings were about. Was it more than pack business after all? She and Rome weren’t part of the pack here. Rome had formed his own pack with the werewolf students who chose to stay at the school. So, if they knew something, then it had to be bigger than pack business.

Me: What do you mean?

Grace: The meetings he has been attending at the packhouse. What has he told you about them?

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to sit up in bed despite my protesting stomach. She did know something. There was something to know, and the fact she chose now to text me as my curiosity was rising. It had been one of the driving forces pushing me to find my cards: wanting the answer to what Nyte was hiding from me as if I were some delicate flower who needed protection from the ugly truths of our world.

Me: Nyte hasn’t told me a thing. He just says it’s pack business and not to worry about it. Do you know what is happening then?

Grace: Yes. Rome and I are in the meeting now over the phone. I asked them what you knew, but no one would be straight with me. I’ve been telling them to bring you in for a few weeks now.

How serious was it that Rome and Grace had to be on a conference call in the meetings? Just what was going on? This certainly wasn’t just pack business. The more I looked over Grace’s message, the way she urged the werewolves to ask for my help, it was far more serious than Nyte was leading me to believe.

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