Wewere getting out.
To see the forest, and find out second chances, and build a whole life together. And I could find out what life might be like outside of the Convent…
I shoved my hand in my pocket, grasping for my keys, but the familiar weight wasn’t there. There was no bite of metal into my palm, no nest.
Vandle still had my keyring.
Whimpering, I glanced up and down the hall. The other doors were closed. No one was in sight.
But an uneasy tingle ran up my spine.
I couldn’t stay here.
It was too exposed.
And that door hadn’t closed on its own.
Was someone nearby?
My hands balled into fists and I turned away from the door. My first few steps back the way I came were tentative, and then a shout echoed from inside one of the cells and I jumped, bursting into action.
Again, I ran, internally pleading with my pack to find me before someone else did.
PHANTOM
Vandle’s loud snarl was the only warning I had about what awaited when I careened around the corner.
A wall of alphas.
Ten or more.
Auras out.
My aura flared in response, hands clenching into fists to ready myself for a fight. I would kill for a weapon, like the batons and knives I could see the opposing alphas had, but I only had my fists.
As my eyes narrowed on the hallway full of alphas, they came into clearer focus.
“Lucian?” I hissed, shock spearing my system as I recognized one of the alphas we were facing.
One of the Wakefield pack alphas.
The smarmy bastard’s lips slid into a smirk.
So much for allies. I spotted a few other members of the Wakefield pack too—waiting to ambush us.
Finnian was watching us with cold eyes, those familiar stains of paint still marring a hand that was now holding a knife.
I had to hold Vandle back when he tried to lunge for the nearest alpha. His presence in the bond was a storm, more like what I recognized from before Crescent. Feral energy, rage,turmoil. He was going to crack, but feral or not he wouldn’t get through this many guys.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.
“What do youthink?” Finnian asked.
Shit.
Ah…Shit. They’d been the one to give us the tip off.
Were we out here in the middle of the night, stealing from the Redgraves, when we could have just traded the key for the contacts?
