Marcos needed to die.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sullivan
What the hell had I been thinking? As soon as I had realized they were fucking and she wasn't being murdered by a rogue yeti, I should have turned around and let them be. But no. My cock shot straight up, its head pointing right at the display that had been laid out before it.
Now things really were weird because, truth be told, I was incredibly attracted to Wren. There was something about her that called to my instinct to serve and protect, even though she could take care of herself.
Now wasn't the time to be thinking about what my attraction meant or if I even wanted to pursue her. I wasn't much for sharing, and it looked like that was exactly where it was headed with Kingston and Zayn.
After we had finished eating, we headed back to the cabin, Wren staying behind us. I couldn't blame her for being cautious around us, and she hadn't even heard me joking about eating her when she'd fallen at the warehouse. Or had she?
Back at the cabin, there was still no Zayn, and we all shifted to come up with a plan. With the murderous state he'd been in, there was no telling where he was or what he was doing. If he didn't find his sister, he might very well kill every deer between here and wherever he'd ended up.
Wren grabbed her clothes and pulled them on. They seemed to be doctored from men's clothes and smelled faintly of mildew, but she didn't seem to mind. There was no point in her shifting if we were going to go find Zayn.
"We should split up. I'll go after Zayn and you two can go deal with the mess you made before the human authorities find out." Wren lifted her arms and gathered her hair in a ponytail, did some twisting, and by some miracle, it stayed in a bun.
"Absolutely not." Kingston crossed his arms. "If you think I'm going to let you go on a wild goose chase alone, you're sorely mistaken."
I tried to hide a smile as she glared at him. "I agree with him."
She let out a sharp exhale. "I'm capable of keeping myself safe."
"Obviously not, since you were taken." Kingston was playing with fire, and I was enjoying the show. Wren was a coalition agent, and she'd probably have won in a fight.
"I was passed out from-" Her eyes went to me and then back to Kingston. "I escaped, didn't I?"
"What were you passed out from that you didn't wake up when they kidnapped you?" I hadn't taken my eyes off her.
"I'm a heavy sleeper." She was lying, and I narrowed my eyes as she looked in the direction Zayn's scent was and sniffed the air. "A storm is coming. If we're going to go after him, we need to go now before his scent gets washed away."
Kingston sniffed the air, his brows furrowed. "I don't smell any rain."
She shrugged and stepped off the porch. "Foxes have a superior sense of smell. Summer storms inthe mountains are always heavy downpours too, so I better get moving."
I blocked her path. "You didn't see Zayn like we did. I'll go with you and Kingston can go back and call his other guys to help him take care of the mess Zayn made."
Kingston didn't look happy with that idea, and he rubbed the back of his neck. I could see the wheel in his head spinning, and then he sighed. "I don't want to split up, but I think Wren is right that the situation back in the woods and in the house needs to be taken care of. Let me have a minute with Wren."
I headed in the direction Zayn had run off in as Kingston pulled Wren close to him and buried his face in her neck. A pang of jealousy washed over me, and I shook my head at my absurdity. Wren was from a different world, and after she was done in Crescent Valley, she wasn't going to stick around.
A few minutes later, she joined me, and we walked in silence for a few minutes before I finally decided to break the awkwardness. "You're going to have quite the report to make to the coalition when we get back."
"I quit." She stood a little taller, her shoulders pushed back.
"Can you do that? I thought once you were in thecoalition, you cut ties with everyone and everything and devoted your life to the job."
"I was never given the choice." She glanced over at me. "We should shift. We'll be able to go faster and protect our feet."
I wasn't letting her change the subject so quickly. "But won't they... I don't know... send an assassin or something after you?"
She laughed, the sound making my chest warm. "I guess you could say I have an in with the person who runs the entire thing. He's my father."
I had no clue who ran the coalition. They were very secretive, and unless there was a reason for them to intervene, they let packs and wolves be. Or did they also oversee other shifters too?
"Do you know about all the other types of shifters?"
