His words hit me like ice water, pulling me back from the edge better than a shot of silver. I don’t want to be that kind of alpha. I’veneverwanted to be like that. I want my pack to respect me, not be afraid. “I’m not going to do that.” I sigh, the weight of the last few days heavy on my shoulders.
“What are you going to do, then?”
It’s a good question. “Where’s Corey?” I ask instead.
“Gone into work at the hospital.”
As much as I respect him for working to heal humans who would probably want to kill him if they knew what he was, it’s a pain in the arse at times.
“Said he’ll be back tonight though, to check on both of them.”
Fine. I can talk to him about Nico then. But that’s the least of my concerns right now. “I need to talk to Morgan.”
Flint’s eyes flash.
Yeah, not just Nico he’s feeling protective over. And Goddess, help me, he’s really testing my control right now.
“You voted.” It’s not a question, but I answer anyway.
“We didn’t so much vote as come up with a solution.”
“And?”
“We decided to let him live.”
He glances behind him and sighs. “But that was before, right?”
Before Nico told him all our fucking secrets. “Yeah. That was before.”
It changes everything. Knowing shifters exist is bad enough. Discovering that there’s people running illegal shifter fights andthat we rescue shifters from them? That puts us in danger in a whole new way.
We still don’t know who organises the fights, but they have contacts all over the country. All it would take is Morgan telling the wrong person and we’ll be fucked. Our information comes from inside. We can’t have Morgan putting their lives in danger. Or messing up our chances of staying under the radar.
If I take this back downstairs, there’s a chance the others might change their minds. Morgan now knows more about this pack, thisclub, than anyone outside of it.
He’s a liability.
And I need to deal with it.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say, keeping my voice low. “We’re going to go back in there. I’m going to take Morgan for a little walk, and you’re going to explain things to Nico. I’d make it quick if I was you because I suspect Jet’ll be coming back up here soon.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Flint mutters. “He’ll get all arsy if I upset Nico.”
I grin at him, all teeth. “Best be gentle then.”
“Thanks for that.” He rolls his eyes, then turns and opens the door.
I almost crash into the back of him when he stops in the doorway. Peering over his shoulder, I’m met with Morgan’s flat expression.
“I saw you come in before. I’m assuming you want to talk to me?” On the surface he looks bored, as though he doesn’t give a shit what I’ve got to say.
But I know different.
To a shifter, he’s practically telegraphing his feelings.
I wonder if he knows I can smell the fear on him. Can hear his breathing pick up as he watches us.
“Flint.” I glance pointedly over at Nico.
