She needed closure, and then she would be back to drink a lemonade with Destiny, and joke with Tabian, and try to figure out Bridger’s tragic story, and bond with Nory and Delta, and most importantly for her heart… Change with Vic.
Chapter Twelve
Why are you in Coeur d’Alene Lake Pack territory?
Lyric muttered a curse and responded to Destiny’s text.Just tying up a loose end. I’m totally fine.Send.
Destiny called immediately, and Lyric denied the call and shoved the phone into her back pocket, then kept hiking up the gravel road. She’d hired an Uber driver to drop her at the mouth of the territory so she could walk in and not put some unwitting human driver in danger. She would explain everything when she got home.
She puffed a breath out of her lungs and opened her door.
It was eerily quiet here, and there was this strange sensation of distance. It was as if she hadn’t been here for years, instead of just four weeks. So much had happened. So much had changed inside of her.
As she walked up to the house she used to live in, Eden opened the door, and movement on the edge of the yard dragged Lyric’s attention to two unfamiliar men standing there, glowing eyes on her, shifting their weight slowly from side to side.
“I’m not here for trouble. I’m here to talk to my sister. It’s family stuff. That’s all.”
The men looked to Eden, and she nodded. Slowly, they drifted off into the shadows.
“I’m not your sister anymore,” Eden gritted out from the open door frame, returning her angry glare to Lyric. “I never really was, remember?”
“Yeah,” she uttered, nodding. “Well, I didn’t know any better though, so I grew up looking up to you. I still have good memories.”
“You killed Traydon,” Eden gritted out.
“Traydon got himself killed,” Lyric corrected her. “You just keep messing with the Rogue Pack and not learning your lesson. How many have to die until you learn to mind your own business and run your own Pack? Here is what to expect from war with them. You do not get to do whatever you want, and hurt their people however you want, and then expect them to roll over and die easily, or to not defend their own. They are a Pack—”
“They are Rogues! Our laws do not apply to them.”
“Fuck your laws, Eden.”
“Mylaws? So, what? You’re one of them now?”
“Did you bond to Traydon?”
Eden narrowed her eyes and strode to the edge of the porch. “You stupid cunt. You don’t bond to males. You pick one with the most power, and you use that to elevate yourself. Men are pawns.”
“I bonded to Vic.”
She huffed a breath and shook her head, paced away and back. “You’re so stupid, Lyric.”
Eden’s insults didn’t hurt like they used to though. Lyric cared less about her vitriol now. “I think you’re going to lead a lonely life, Eden.”
“Yeah? How’s your mate?” she asked smugly.
Lyric swallowed hard. “Still alive. Parts of him at least.”
Eden’s eyebrow twitched, and for a moment, she looked surprised before she replaced the hatred on her face. “That’s not what I heard.”
“From the War Wolf Liam allowed to live? We saved Vic.”
“Lie. I can hear the shake in your tone.”
Lyric pursed her lips. “We saved parts of Vic. You shouldn’t have gone after him like that. You should be ashamed of yourself, but you gloat instead.”
“You killed my mate!” she yelled.
“He took…one of their people,” she gritted out, stepping closer. “He did your stupid bidding and he died for it. Traydon’s blood is on your hands.”
