My appetite is now completely gone.
“I’m going.” I turn back toward the basement, tossing the towel on the counter as I go.
Time to hunt.My wolf wags his tail, all too excited about stalking a new kind of prey.
Three hoursinto deleting videos of teenage girls changing and showering from hard drives all across the city, state, and country, I feel dirty for having to live in a world where this happened to start with. With a ring of disgusting individuals being tallied up and added to Valor’s list of ‘next to die,’ he won’t stop at those who have seen his wife. My older brother has zero tolerance and will go as far and as deep as necessary.
No one deserves to have videos of themselves like this floating around on the internet. Antonella is, from what I can tell, kind and compassionate. It’s absolutely not a question for me to take the time to do this for her.
I’ve set up a spy bot that goes far beyond what Valor noted, deleting and stripping files from every linked perpetrator on Marc’s ‘friends list,’ dating back over a decade. Some of these predators go back a lot longer than that. It catalogs their names and locations as well as how much was deleted from their computers... in case Valor wants to be creative with his pound of flesh, so to speak.
I’ve been so dedicated to working quickly and thoroughly that I blocked out the entire world, including my wolf. But an alarm starts blaring, and I rip myself out of my chair, rushing to the wall where I have three tablets set up for different perimeter securities.
On the alarming tablet, I flick to the open notification.
The camera feed of a security panel at one of our weapons caches, on one of the farthest edges of our territory, comes into view.
Fuckin’ Uncle Neil. What is he even doing out that far?I turn off the alarm since he’s fat fingering the code as he attempts to punch it in... again.Why does Dad keep him as pack second if he can’t handle a damn passcode? Valor would do a much better job.
“Thanks, Royal,” he says with a wave to the camera as he gains entry.
I microphone in. “Welcome. Text me next time. You about gave me a heart attack with too many wrong attempts like that.”
“Will do, kiddo.”
I groan at the nickname but walk away from the wall.
What the fuck is he doing out at that cache?
My wolf is back, alert and in the forefront of my consciousness.Our mate will make us feel better.He pushes me to look atmy phone.
But without logic, I pick up Antonella’s clone first, which Valor had me set up to keep tabs on his new wife.
She has a few texts from other people, but I don’t bother reading those. I home in on Leticia’s texts to Antonella.
Leticia to Antonella:
Mom is driving me literally insane.
Dad already said I don’t have to go to Italy, but she’s insisting that I do.
Is there any chance I could get invited to Cavanagh Christmas as some sort of good faith... joining-of-the-family type deal? Cause I REALLY don’t want to go to Italy.
You should see the dress Mom bought me for Christmas Eve Mass. It’s like she thinks I’m a little girl. It. Has. A. Bow. ON. THE BUTT.
On the butt?My wolf tries to pull mental images of what Leticia’s backside looks like from all the security footage we’ve watched of her.
I wish I wasn’t on his side of trying to remember what it looks like. But we’ve mostly seen her in soft, flowy skirts and nothing that gives either of us an idea of the curves.
She sends a picture of a shapeless kind of frock with what looks to be a big red satin bow somewhere toward the lower midsection.
“Yikes.” I cringe.
Don’t get distracted by the dress.My wolf is nudging me to close out of the picture that he just demanded I open. He changes his focus so quickly my head is spinning.Our mate wants to see us for Christmas.
I set the cloned phone down and pick mine up to send her a message.
Royal:
