Ronnie finally called out. “For fuck’s sake, Amy.” I whirled, and Ronnie was holding up his phone. “We have thirty minutes. If we’re lucky.” My stomach dropped.
“Rick…”
“Fuck.” He started typing. “Can this thing decode as I run searches?”
“Yes, yes, it can.” I started running towards the pack house. “Hurry, Rick, we will need anything you can get your hands on, on as many members as you can find.” I hung up when I heard him grunt again and then I shifted. I stopped and looked at Ronnie expectantly.
“You have got to be kidding.” Ronnie shook his head. “I can shift.”
“I know.” Nix growled. “But you are still healing, and you are a lot slower than me. Just get on.” Nix crouched down a little so Ronnie had an easier time, but he still groaned as he got onto our back.
“This is embarrassing.” Nix snorted as she took off. Ronnie’s hands flew to our fur and dug in. “Holy Goddess, you’re fast.” Nix chuffed out another laugh, but I turned inward and found Megan curled around the flowerpot.
What are you doing?I walked over to her and she barely lifted her head.
Nix and I discussed what would most likely happen when the council shows up.She cracked an eye.I will most likely be the odd man out.
I tilted my head as I sank next to her.I don’t understand.
You might need Nix if there is a battle.She sighed as she closed her eyes again.And you might need your magic. But me…you won’t need me.
I’ll always need you, Megan.
She lifted her lip.I know, silly. I just mean my energy can be repurposed for this next bit. Nix is conserving her strength just in case, but I figured I could push my energy into your magic. That way you can focus on the conversation, and, if we need to, I can control our magic.
I ran my hand down her side.You two sure are smart.
Nix slammed to a stop, and Ronnie almost tumbled off. “What’s wrong?” His words were a little breathless.
Nix lifted her snout as she approached the pack house. “I smell magic.”
I shifted back and looked at Ronnie. He shrugged. “It could be your father.” I lifted a brow, and he winced. “I mean, it could be.” I nodded toward the house, and we headed inside.
The Omegas were rushing back and forth, and I checked the progress. Everything looked exactly as I needed it to. Half the rooms looked lived in, while the other half looked still dusty and closed off.
“Why do you want the pack house to look like this?” Ronnie peaked into the closed-off ballroom. “Half lived in.”
“Because I need them to believe it.” We headed upstairs, and I found Greyson waiting by the office. “My dad?” He nodded to the left and turned. He led me to another room and opened the door. Cass and my dad were sitting across from each other. “Hey.”
My dad looked at me with a haggard smile. The I.V. was still behind him, emptying into him. “Hey pup.”
“Hey Daddy.” I walked over and crouched down beside him. For a man who looked no older than twenty-eight, he was really showing his age right now. His skin was a weird grey-green color, and he looked exhausted. “How are you feeling?”
He struggled with his breathing but he grinned. “I’m alive. I think compared to what could have happened…it’s the best outcome.” He chuckled and then groaned. “Fuck, that hurts.”
Cass smiled down at me and then rubbed my shoulder. “I’m going to go check on a few things.” Greyson followed her out of the room, and the door shut. My father waved a hand and sealed the room.
I leaned in. “You should be resting and not doing magic.”
He patted my head. “I wanted to speak to the two of you without being overheard.
Ronnie took a seat across from him and wiped his face. “Please make it quick. The council is on the way.” Ronnie looked at his phone and winced. “We have very little time.”
My father nodded. “I know., that’s why I wanted to talk.” I went to stand, but he grabbed my hand.
“Hey. It’s okay. I’m not leaving.” I rubbed his hand and turned to Ronnie. “Can you bring me a chair?” He got up and brought over the chair that was next to him. I settled, giving my back a brief reprieve from running around the last hour, and I tightened my hand on his. “What’s wrong?”
My dad opened his mouth but my phone rang. I squeezed my dad’s hand, and he nodded, giving me the okay to answer. “Hey.”
