Enemy territory. For most of my pack members, at least; I’d never minded them. All werewolves, just like us. All affected by entropy and decay, just like us.
As we approached, Tiziano’s lecture didn’t pause, not even for a breath. He claimed that there was no better proof of love than him setting foot in the devil’s lair. Which, true—the chief of the Comets’ Ultras was risking his life here.
At least his ramblings managed to distract me, even make me smile a little. Of course, my stomach was eating itself, and adrenaline commanded my blood, generating furious pulses through my veins.
“Hey, you!” Makena, who had also joined our trip scouting DD, shouted to a girl passing by, hopefully a student. “Do you know where we can find Callum Ashburn’s apartment?”
At the name, my wolf whined.
“Why should I tell you?” the girl retorted with a neon glare, eyes reflecting the streetlight. Her gaze found me. “Wait, aren’t you the bitch that rejected C?”
And once again, proof that news traveled faster than progress.
“We’re here to make amends,” Makena said calmly, noticing a couple of Dark Diamond’s members closing in with stances that were anything but friendly.
Of course, Tiziano neither minded nor cared.
“Tell us where! You’ve already made us waste oxygen!” he snapped, eyes glowing in the night.
The heated discussion escalated, with me trying to suppress all the immediate symptoms of fainting, and with Makena failing to calm our violent friend.
This was a mistake. A big one.
KILLIAN
The greasy pizza, more cheese than crust, smelled better than fresh pork. I folded the full thing in half, bit into it, and moaned.Oh, yeah.
I was sitting on the nylon floor, legs sprawled out in a V, looking at my twin and my best friend.
In theory, these two idiots were training.
In reality, they were slaughtering themselves.
The pair had been at the gym for nearlyfourhours, sweating out all the water in their bodies, recharging with electrolytes, and then sweating it out all over again. And again. And again.
On one side was Logan, heaving the barbell. The veins in his hands and neck were so swollen, they looked like they could burst at any moment. A veil of sweat covered his golden skin, the necklace with the crescent moon pendant nestled between his bare pecs.
“Add another forty, Kill,” he hissed with teeth bared, his handsome face contorted.
I ate another bite, vacuuming the rest of the cheese into my mouth, and walked over.
“T, you got three hundred on there already!”
“I said,add fifty more!” the ass ordered, panting a little.
I sighed.
“Sure, T-man.” I cleaned my hands on my pants and began loading the barbell for Logan. “If you want to smash your muscles, that’s fine. But don’t talk to me like I’m your servant.”
“Sorry…” Logan muttered quietly. I patted his shoulder with a grin before adding an extra weight.
Then there was Callum. My rejected twin was doing push-ups with one hand, a block of fifty pounds on his back. I lost count when C got to two hundred in a row.
He was looking for the kind of physical exhaustion that crept into the bones and hopefully lasted at least a day before our supernatural healing intervened. I’d long given up trying to get them to take a break. Or shower.
“Thor, listen…” I scratched my neck. “Why don’t we call her again? Maybe now she’s in the mood.”
He had tried to stalk her on Instagram, but her profile was private.
