Well, basically it meant I had to hand over some New Moon artifactsandask her son to join us on this journey. He was keen. The words had barely left my mouth and he agreed. But then the discussion on ancient items took longer.
Some I refused to part with, especially anything related to Ophelia. If I’m being honest, I no longer feel like they belong to me or the New Moon Pack.
They should go to Nyx.
She’s one of us now anyway.
The other upside to this is having Marie with us gives an advantage if Orson tries anything sinister.
Of course, Marie can’t shift, so she needed to ride on one of the wolves to venture back. It’s not exactly proper health andsafety if we sprint with someone on our backs, so it was a slower journey to ensure she was comfortable.
“Dax,” I greet, following him as he leads me away from his beloved training facility.
Night is just starting to creep in, the street lamps and torches being lit as soft warm rays begin to vanish behind the trees.
The warm air is pleasant though, people still moving about in the main street. I notice as we get further into the town center, the number of bodies increases. It’s as if everyone is situated here, together.
It’s kind of like they are forming safety by numbers.
I make small talk with Dax, annoyed when he gives dry, short answers. Surely, I’m not that undesirable. I’m pretty fun to chat with.
When we pass the entrance to his office, I glance over at him in surprise, wondering where he is leading me.
His pace stays consistent, but under my gaze, I notice he tenses slightly.
Short answers.
Tense.
People moving in packs in the safest part of town.
“What’s going on, Daxton?” I ask suddenly, voice stern and demanding. “What happened?”
Dax never has been one to avoid awkward conversations. He’s very straight to the point, no bullshit.
“There was an attack,” he answers quietly as people move to the other side of the street, giving us a wide berth on the pathway.
I don’t like where this conversation is heading. An unsettling feeling of turmoil grows in my chest, my own body tensing.
“Where is she?”
It comes out a lot harsher than I probably intended. But I’m not one to delay discussions either.
There’s two things wrong with this situation. One—Nyx wasn’t waiting for me when we arrived. It was obvious we were there, Dax’s boundary monitors letting him know when we were approaching and the fact he was waiting.
And two… perhaps the most unnerving part of this. An attack.
I try not to dwell on the details. I don’t want to panic until I have all the information at hand. We only deal with facts, not feelings.
Well, I fucking try anyway. My emotions are refusing to take a backseat as I fight to stay calm.
Beside the fact that out of everyone in Daxton’s pack, Nyx is one of the biggest targets, that woman has a special talent for finding trouble. I, myself, am a case in point.
Anytime there is a whiff of an ambush, she’s there. I’ve already been filled in on various prior attacks since this whole Orson ordeal began.
Daxton frowns, another sign that something is seriously wrong. He’s not doing well to reassure me. “She’s with the doctor.”
It’s short, blunt. Almost sounds like it’s not a huge deal.
