Page 25 of The War is Coming

“I wasn’t going alone; Donovan is coming with me. But this is just a normal recon, which I’ve done thousands of times. We might not even find it,” Alex pointed out.

“But never to find a rogue island before. You have two hours. Donovan, stick close to Alex; he can get you both out of danger and back here quickly if needed. If you can’t find the island, we’ll look for another way.”

“Sounds good,” Donovan said.

“It does. See you in a few,” and before Ares could change his mind, Alex whisked himself and Donovan away.

“Thank you,” Baylan said to Ares.

Ares shook his head, leaning against the kitchen island. “Alex loves danger. I had hoped being mated to Tudor would curb that.”

“He needs something to keep himself busy until Tudor finishes resting. Finding the rogue island is a good idea though.”

“It is. Changing the subject, Zeus called in angels to protect Battle.”

Baylan laughed. “How many legions did he call?”

“Just the one, but he ended up with twenty staying. Maletayah is leading them.”

Baylan barked out a laugh. “This should be interesting then. I’ll go and find him and say hello. When is Hades sending protection?”

“Later today. Oh, and the hell hounds made Frederick their Alpha.”

“Nice, that should be fun. I hope Frederick invites some to the next pack run.”

“I’m sure he will.”

Donovan looked around the outside of the bar they were standing in front of. It was a single-story long building, with lots of windows, with designs etched into them. Considering the time of day, it looked busy and noisy. He took note of the motorbikes lined up outside.

He looked around and saw buildings about a hundred yards away; one had a truck near the entrance, and the others looked closed. “Where are we?”

Alex grinned. “This is The Lucky Ducky. I’ve found, if you need to know anything, this is the place to find it. The bar is the home of the Howling Biker fraternity.”

“Are they shifters?”

Alex nodded. “They are, not just wolves either. If anyone knows where this island is, they will.”

“This is fun. Since I was born, all I’ve ever known is training to be king of the gargoyles, and then king. I never got to do anything fun or interesting. I’m enjoying my life much more now.”

Alex laughed. “Glad Tudor and I could help. Come on, father-in-law, I’ll buy you a drink, but if anyone invites you to go into the back with them, say no.”

“Is that part the bikers’ private rooms?”

Alex shook his head. “No, they use the back rooms for sex.”

Donovan grinned. “You mean someone might proposition me? How exciting.”

Alex burst out laughing. Donovan was a handsome man. He had all the bearing and good looks of a fantasy king. Alex could see others finding him attractive, not that Alex did; his attraction was for his mate and him alone. He led the way to the pub entrance, opened the door and waved Donavan in first.

As they walked in, silence descended, and all eyes turned to stare at them.

“Alex, long time no see,” the barman called. The barman was built like a tank, quite short and full of muscles. He was bald, but had tattoos all over his head, neck and arms. His white shirt showed them off.

That seemed to be the signal for the patrons to go back to their drinks.

“Hey, Remmy,” Alex greeted as he walked up to the bar.

“Heard you mated the King of the Gargoyles,” Remmy said, wiping the bar counter down.