Page 44 of Mysterious Mate

"Love you too," he replied, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the tropical heat. "See you soon."

He ended the call and leaned back in his seat, staring out at the dark horizon. The mission had been a success, the war with the League was all but over. They had dealt with the Shadow League, but there were still enemies out there, still threats to be neutralized.

"How’s Willow?" one of his team members asked, breaking the silence.

"She’s good," Cage replied, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "She’s packing our things. We’re heading back to my cave."

There were a few raised eyebrows and smirks among the team. They all knew about Cage’s preferred retreat, a hidden sanctuary nestled in the mountains of Alaska. It was a place of peace and solitude, a stark contrast to the chaos of their current situation.

"Did you tell her it’s not just any cave?" another member teased.

Cage chuckled. "I tried. She’ll see for herself soon enough."

The helicopter continued its journey, the schloss growing smaller behind them as they made their way towards the island. Cage’s thoughts drifted to his cave, to the safety and comfort it represented. It wasn’t just a place to hide; it was a home, a sanctuary where they could regroup and plan their life together.

He knew Willow would love it once she saw it. The cave was more than just a hole in the side of a mountain; it was a carefully designed refuge, complete with all the comforts of modern living. And most importantly, it was secure, a place where they could be safe from their enemies.

As the helicopter began its descent, Cage’s resolve hardened. They had won. He would do whatever it took to protect Willow and his people, to ensure their safety and their future. And he knew that together, they were stronger than any threat they faced.

The helicopter touched down, and Cage’s team disembarked quickly, moving with the efficiency born of countless missions together. They were a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role and executing it flawlessly.

Cage led the way, his thoughts already on what remained to be done. They would regroup at the castle, assess the situation, and plan their next move. There were still things to do, but for the first time in a long while, he felt they had won.

As they approached the waiting vehicles, Cage’s phone buzzed with a new message from Willow. He glanced at it, her words bringing a smile to his face despite the exhaustion weighing on him.

“Hurry home. We’ve got a lot to talk about, and I want to see this ‘nice cave’ of yours.”

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