“She electrocuted me when I first met her,” I confide. “I deserved it though.”
“Yeah you did, asshole,” Syrus snarls, wincing as he shifts. “Maybe I should call out in the morning.”
“I have a question,” Maeve says, beginning to chew her lip.
“Shoot,” Syrus says as Izzy snorts.
“I think you should rethink those words,” he laughs.
“You know what I mean,” Syrus groans.
“Heath is going to lose his mind when he finds out that I’m gone,” she says. “He really does believe that I’m his possession.”
“Let him,” Kyren says. “You aren’t going to exist anymore. Widows Peak is really hard to find, and I’m going to make all new identification for you. Maeve is a gorgeous name, but we may want to change your last name. Heath can tear apart the world. He won’t find you.”
“And if he does, you have people who will put him down like the dog he is,” I say. “You’ll be protected now, while still being able to decide what you want for the rest of your life.”
“Alphas also aren’t allowed into Widows Peak unless they’ve been vouched for,” Syrus adds.
The stress bleeds out of her body and I realize she’s been holding onto a lot of questions. I don’t blame her. Change is tough even when it's a good one.
“Syrus joined the police force for Widows Peak when the town was still growing. He knows who should be there, and who shouldn’t. He also patrols the outskirts of Widows Peak,” Izzy explains.
“It doesn’t keep me from spending time with Silva and my pack,” Syrus says quickly. He’s alluded to this before, and I realize it’s his guilt talking.
“Of course you do,” Maeve says softly. “Sy…”
She cuts off her thought, and looks out the window. They have a lot to talk about later. It doesn’t have to happen all at once, and I know it won’t be easy.
Maeve is sleeping by the time I pull into the driveway, but she twitches awake once I turn off the car.
“We’re here,” I say. It’s after six in the morning. “Syrus, if you’re going to go into work, at least let them know you’re going in later. You need to get your shoulder fixed up, and Izzy needs to find that damn bullet.”
“There’s no exit wound,” Kyren says helpfully.
“Tattle tale,” Syrus grumbles, opening the door and almost falling out of the SUV.
“You’re calling out!” Maeve yells at him.
That'a girl. Give him the business.
Kyren, Isidro, and I chuckle under our breaths as we walk up the steps of the porch behind them. Syrus continues to hold onto the towel against his shoulder, and Kyren rolls his eyes at all the soiled ones in his arms.
Flesh wounds bleed like a stuck pig.
Syrus unlocks the door, and we all walk inside. Izzy is no longer wearing the heels he was earlier, his body now covered with his normal clothing. He just threw it all over his black briefs.
“Honey, we’re home!” I call out, knowing my girl is going to be sleeping like shit without us.
Heading toward the kitchen, Izzy gets to work cleaning up after Syrus. I can hear Silva padding downstairs, but she doesn’t immediately come in after us.
It’s at least a few minutes until she does, and Izzy crows as he drops the bullet into a bowl.
“You’re getting too comfortable, old man,” Silva says with her arms full of clothing and odds and ends.
“Hey, I haven’t been shot in at least nine years,” Syrus groans. “Old man, my ass.”
“You must be Maeve,” Silva says with a small smile, her gaze on her. “I come bearing some essentials for you.”
