And when he arrives, the countdown will officially begin.
2
GREY
“You shouldn’t be here,”I say as I materialize outside of my lair.
Cael stands with his hands in the pockets of his dressy slacks, his dark hair messy and wet from what appears to be a recent shower.
I bet that shower was a lot warmer than my ice bath.
Alas, the blood from the battle in Blood Sector had begun to harden on my skin, making bathing a necessity.
So, when it became clear that Ashlyn wasn’t going to vacate my lair’s only bathroom anytime soon, I opted for the nearby lake instead of waiting any longer.
“I know,” Cael replies, referring to my comment about his presence here being dangerous.
Well, that’s not exactly what I said, but it was implied.
“Now let me in,” he adds, waving at a nearby rune that’s blocking his entry.
It’s the same rune that alerted me to his presence mere seconds ago, thus sending a clamoring alarm through my now aching head.
Narrowing my gaze at him, I do as he asks and alter the rune’s magic to grant him access to my lair. The man ispractically my brother, his parents having helped raise me after saving me and my mother from my feral father’s clutches.
Not a memory I want to relive at the moment.
Yet it haunts my every fucking step.
“Thank you,” Cael says, moving into the protective boundary around my safe house—which is actually a cave—and waiting while I re-alter the wards around us.
It’s one of my V-Clan gifts that I’m pretty sure is enhanced by my Z-Clan genetics. A unique form of magic, but exceptionally useful. Especially right now.
“Has our little seer provided anything useful yet?” he asks.
Our?I repeat in my head.She’s notouranything. She’smine.
Z-Clan wolves are fated.
And this Omega ismyintended mate.
I’ve known that from the moment I saw her file in the newly established mating program. It was written in her pretty blue eyes, the way they stared up at me from the screen.
I knew I was staring at my future.
That’s why I joined the program—for her.
I assumed she joined for me, too. But it became evident quickly that she was there for altruistic reasons, which she confirmed a bit ago.
However, her comment about me not being part of her choice to join threw me off. I didn’t believe her at first, but her clarification made sense.
My little riddler is full of cryptic comments. Yet she’s also… truthful. I could see it in her expression, smell it in her scent.
She’s not one to lie.
Though, I have no doubt she’s one to mask the truth, too. When needed, anyway.
“Grey?” Cael prompts, drawing my focus back to him and the frown he’s now wearing.
