"I'll go grab us some clothes from the back of my SUV." I always kept plenty of spare changes in the back. It was an old habit from when I lived in a pack, and you never knew if you were going to need to go deliver clothes to pack members who were stuck somewhere naked.
My SUV was right where I'd left it, my keys still in the cupholder. I grabbed them and popped the trunk. I nearly jumped out of my fucking skin when I turned around and Sullivan was standing there.
"What the fuck, man?" I shoved past him and rounded the back of the vehicle. "You're lucky I didn't deck you."
"You didn't hear or smell me follow you out here?"
"I'm trying not to smell anything at the moment." I opened the tote that I kept spare clothes in and rummaged through it for a pair of shorts. "Because now all I smell isher."
He took the pair of shorts I shoved at his chest. "Does that bother you? That Zayn and I were with her last night?"
"No." I shoved my legs through a pair of shorts and pulled out a shirt. "We can all drink our sorrow away when she eventually leaves."
"I don't think she's going to leave." He snatched the shirt I was about to pull over my head. "She lied to the coalition to save Zayn's ass."
"I'm aware of that." He was pissing me off and I didn't even know why. "I guess it wouldn't bother you, seeing as you're here temporarily anyway."
He pulled his shirt on and ran his fingers through his messy hair. Had she run her fingers through his hair while he was fucking her? I tamped down a growl and shut the trunk, taking two more shorts and shirts in my arms.
"Might not be able to go home now if the coalition locks us all up," he muttered as he headed back toward the door.
As he reached for the handle, Wren opened the door with Zayn hot on her heels. She was pissed and grabbed the clothes from me, yanking them on.
"What's wrong?" I didn't like that her face was starting to turn the same shade of red as her hair.She didn't wear her emotions on her sleeve, so the sight was concerning.
"They are deciding if we have to go into headquarters." She huffed and yanked hard on the drawstring of her shorts. "They want to question each of us individually and come up with a plan to deal with the situation."
We were alone, the agents still inside the house, but they were wolves and would be able to hear us if we talked too loudly.
I lowered my voice. "So, we get our story straight and we'll be fine. Right?"
She shrugged. "I've seen men crumble once taken in. If they suspect we aren't being truthful, they'll wake my father, and then it won't matter. He can get answers from anyone."
"What do you mean they'll wake your father?" I knew she wasn't going to answer me truthfully, but I at least had to pry.
She stared at me for what felt like an hour but wasn't more than a minute. "He goes into a restorative sleep often to replenish his magic stores and maintain his youth."
That left me with even more questions than if she hadn’t shared it. "And what about you? Do you sleep like that?"
She snorted. "No. I have no desire to live for eternity."
My head was spinning, and Zayn's head ping-ponging back and forth between us distracted me momentarily. "Wait, wait, wait. Foxes can live forever?"
"No, they can't. I'm only half fox. My dad is... a magic user of sorts." I could tell Wren was uncomfortable talking about her father, but that didn't change the fact that she wasn't being truthful.
"Like a sorcerer?" Zayn still hadn't put on shorts and reached down and grabbed his dick, waving it like a wand. "Expecto Patronum!"
Sullivan gasped, his hand going to his mouth. "It's a flea! Everyone, stay calm!"
Zayn turned and wagged his dick at Sullivan. "Crucio!"
Sullivan stumbled backward, his hands going to his chest. "No, not that one!"
Wren laughed watching Zayn hit Sullivan with imaginary dick spells. She was beautiful when she genuinely laughed, her eyes glossy and her cheeks rosy. I couldn't stop a smile from spreading across my face despite my annoyance at her withholding information from us.
"What the hell is going on out here?" Trevor stood in the doorway, a look of horror on his face.
Just because he was an agent didn't save him from Zayn turning toward him, dick still in hand and chanting a curse. Wren quickly grabbed his arm and shook her head.
