I smile and Silas gives me a look from the corner of his eye before looking back out at his pack.
“Part of ensuring this peace deal is making sure that Violet’s heritage does not leave the pack lands. Right now we have the advantage of surprise. If the High Priestess knows Violet can shift, this will all be for naught. I’m asking you not only as your Alpha, but as someone who wants this pack to thrive, to swallow your pride and really think about what is best for the pack.”
“What if she just angers the High Priestess even more and then we wind up with the coven at our doorstep?” someone shouts. I squint and realize it’s Kit. She’s glaring at me, and I notice some other female shifters are.
“Then I hope you’re willing to fight for what is rightfully ours. If it comes down to it, are you all bark or are you ready to stand up for the pack?” Silas barks back.
“There’s never been a hybrid,” she retorts.
“Well, now there is, and she’s my mate,” Silas snaps back.
Yeah, he’s definitely getting head tonight.
Kit folds her arms and sighs, glancing me up and down, clearly not impressed. But nonetheless, she nods her head and slightly bows to her Alpha. I smirk to myself, knowing that the man they all fear would eagerly get down on his knees for me and do whatever I ask.
The power I have over this man is getting to my head.
“Do not leave the pack lands unless absolutely necessary. All communication is strictly pack business.”
I expect some kick back, but to my surprise, everyone nods or bows in some fashion. In a short time Silas has improved their lives by so much, they’ve seen what he can do, and they believe in him.
So do I.
“If you need anything else, you know where to find me,” Silas says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the back of the building before stopping in the hallway and grabbing my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. “Something have you turned on, little wife?” he says with a cocky smirk.
“You know, it’s really not fair that I don’t have the whole scent thing,” I say, and he leans in and kisses me.
“I don’t want you to go,” he says, his thumb tenderly rubbing my face.
“I have to. We need my mom to do this,” I tell him and he nods, even though he doesn’t want to agree with me.
“Iris and Ember are sure that they can keep Aster occupied for long enough?”
“Absolutely. If Aunt Daisy can’t help, then I’ll leave. I’ll come right back.”
“You have to promise me, Violet. The moment anything feels wrong, you teleport right to me. You don’t take any fucking risks.”
I use my hand to cross my heart. “No risky business. I’m going to see if Aunt Daisy can help me find the items holding their abilities, and then I’m out. I’ll come right back here. Well, after I pick up Walter.”
His nose scrunches in distaste and I grab his wrist, playing with the calloused tips of his fingers.
“We have to act fast. As soon as the coven realizes my mother’s back, and what really happened, it’s over,” I tell him and he sighs.
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I fist his shirt, and he places a hand above the wall, crowding my space as he kisses me softly.
“Be safe,” he says and I kiss him one more time, before exiting the building and meeting up with Iris and Ember.
They’re both dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, looking ready to raise hell and I smile.
“How was the memory erasing?” I ask.
Iris grins and Ember shrugs.
“That magic feels wrong,” Ember says with a shiver.
“It’s supposed to, so we don’t use it. But I gotta admit, it felt nice to be a little evil, especially because it was protecting you.”
