"She's in one of the SUVs now. She's fine, thankfully." He pulled back, his eyes searching my face and then my body before he looked over to where Zayn and Sullivan were talking with Jax and his two friends. "They aren't human."
"Nope. They didn't say they were tritons, but I'm pretty sure they are. They definitely don't smell human." I picked the blanket up off the ground and wrapped it around myself. "Are you okay?"
He grabbed a pair of shorts from the ground and pulled them on. "I'm... I don't know what I am if I'm being honest."
Securing the blanket so it wouldn't fall off, I took his hand and led him to join the others. The coalition agents had gotten to work securing the area and started to clean up the carnage.
"I'm Blake." The third triton who hadn't introduced himself shook our hands.
Morgan clapped him on the shoulder. "We should get going before we have our balls handed to us for being out so late."
"Councilman Huron, Admiral West." Trevor joined our little circle and shook hands with Blake, Jax, and then Morgan. "I'm sorry, I never caught your name."
"Call me Daddy Wade. King of diapers and naps." Morgan grinned.
Trevor lifted an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips. "I'll need a report sent to me tomorrow by noon detailing your involvement in this."
"I'll need a report on my desk as well." Jax's jaw ticked as he and Trevor had a stare-off. "This is the second incident in the last several months where we've become increasingly concerned about land shifters bringing attention to our world."
"You underestimate how difficult it is for land shifters to stay hidden." Trevor turned to me. "Wren, a word."
He walked away from the group, and I followed. Was this where he decided he didn't like how the situation was handled and took us all in?
I wasn't going to let him have the first word. "You were supposed to be right behind us. What if it had been someone else trying to buy them?"
Ignoring my question, he ran a hand over his face, suddenly looking exhausted. "Your duties are done here, Wren. Go home."
I hesitated and then nodded. "Take care of yourself, Trevor. Working twenty-four-seven isn't a life at all."
With that, I turned and headed back toward mymen. Now I was no longer working for the coalition and the threat from Marcos was handled, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders that I hadn't even known was there.
What started as just another undercover assignment had turned into so much more. As soon as I'd stopped running to see what I'd been missing, I found myself. A fox and her wolves.
EPILOGUE
Wren
Heat spread through my body as the midday sun beat down on my exposed skin. My entire body felt boneless as I listened to the crashing of the waves and had no responsibilities or places to be.
A lot had happened in the six months since I was officially relieved of my duties as a coalition agent. For starters, I'd packed up the few belongings I had and moved into Kingston's house. The new house all four of us would share was in the process of being built and I couldn't wait to make it our home.
A scream came from the water, and I nearly jumped out of my skin as I jolted up from the comfortable lounger I'd been snoozing on.
"Oh, come on, Zayn! It was just a fish or seaweed!" Sullivan rose from the water, his body sparkling with water drops as he followed Zayn.
"No! I trusted you!" Zayn was trudging out of the ocean, his face masked in fury.
We'd been on the private island for a few days now and it was the first time someone had convinced him to go in the water. Looked like he'd be staying on the boat when we went snorkeling soon.
"Ready for the first drink of the day?" Kingston handed me a delicious-looking drink in a whole pineapple and put a tray on the little table between loungers. "It's made with fresh pineapples."
I took a sip of the drink and moaned as the sweet flavor hit my taste buds. "This is really fucking good."
"Keep moaning like that and I'll show you really fucking good." Kingston sat back on his lounger and sipped his own drink.
Zayn stomped across the sand and plopped down on the end of my seat. "I'm never going in the ocean again. Why couldn't we go to Antarctica?"
"No one except you wants to go there." Kingstonadjusted his baseball cap and glasses before resting his head back, his pineapple held on his chest. "Sharks aren't going to want to eat you, Zayn."
