“He is right,” Jordan says. “I promise I will help you get back your pack. My warriors are good. We’ll overrun yours in a surprise attack. Yours won’t be the only one. I have a few packs on my list. Alpha Tristan has been a thorn in my side, too.”
“His security system is good,” I say. “But as an alpha, he really does not have the right drive and chooses the wrong allies.”
“Exactly,” Jordan says.
“His beta’s brother is working for us,” Harry points out. “It will be easy to overthrow him.”
“What about your warriors?” Jordan asks. “Anyone we should be particularly wary of?”
“I don’t think anyone will be a match for you,” I say. “Aside from Griffin. He is strong,” I add. “Keep a particular eye on him.”
“Is he really that good?” Jordan asks.
“Unfortunately, yes,” I say.
Harry and Jordan exchange a look. “If someone could provide us with the exact plans and schedules of the guards, it would make everything easier.”
“Well… I believe that can be arranged,” I say.
“Harry will need a successor,” Jordan says. “It can’t be Forest, obviously. I was thinking about you.”
I pretend to be shocked. “Me?! A successor for Alpha Harry?”
“Why not?” Harry says. “You have good qualities, and with a little bit of training, you will easily learn the ropes.”
He thinks I am easy to manipulate and an easy tool. Well, while it’s hurting my pride a little, it also means it’s easier for me to work with them. Neither of these two sees me as a real danger.
I pretend to think and then just nod. “Youwillreceive the plans.”
“Good. We’ll get rid of Forest,” Jordan smirks. “You don’t mind if I kill him, Harry, do you? Or do you want to do it yourself?”
For a split second, there is something close to hesitation in Harry’s eyes, but then he nods. “I don’t mind. You can do it.”
“And Rose,” Jordan smirks. “She will be mine. Mine to torture and own.”
Voices can be heard from the entrance door, disrupting our talk. I’ve heard enough anyway. There is no way we’ll let Jordan march into the pack just like that. “Head upstairs quickly, Harry,” Jordan says.
Harry does as he told him. Once he is gone, Jordan looks at me with a contented look in his eyes. “You truly held up your part of the deal.” He reaches out his hand. “Are you on board with my plans?”
I take his hand without any hesitation, shaking it firmly. “Count me in.”
“I won’t be able to entertain you much tonight,” Jordan says before his eyes gloss over. “But Jonah will be here immediately to show you around. Or rather, show you why tonight is so special.”
“That’s fantastic! Thank you. Jonah has become quite a good friend by now,” I say. “Really reliable man.”
“I only keep reliable men,” Jordan smirks. “Well then, see you later, Martin.”
forty-six
A Special Evening
*MARTIN*
Jonah begins chatting the moment he spots me. He seems to be genuinely happy to see me, and a part of me does feel a little bad for double-crossing him, probably similar to how Rory sometimes looks guilty when he talks about Clemmens. Things are never black or white. However, I try to remind myself that Jonah willingly plays along with Jordan; that he is not just a bystander but an actual accomplice and that he was the one who poisoned my luna’s parents.
The Jonah I know, the version he shows to me, is completely different to the man he actually is.
At the entrance, I see a bouncer right in front of the place where we keep our jackets. “That’s new,” I say.
