Page 50 of Little Bunny

Elijah swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep his movements casual as he stepped closer. When he was within reach, he gave Matias’s sleeve a small, insistent tug. Covert, so no one else saw what he’d just done.

It worked. Without a word, Matias turned his head slightly, light brown eyes sharpening before he followed Elijah down the hallway.

Once they rounded the corner, Elijah cast a quick glance around. No one else was there.

He exhaled then whispered, “Percy woke up for just a second.” His throat felt tight, stomach flipping. “He said it was one of your men.”

An eerie stillness settled over Matias. Elijah had never seen someone go so utterly quiet before. Full body. Like a predator moments before it lunged.

The only sign of his fury was the slow, controlled breath he released through his nose. His gaze flicked from Elijah to the hallway.

“Elijah.” His voice was pure danger. A blade sheathed in silk. “Are you certain?”

“I wouldn’t make this up.” Not when Elijah knew the pack was Matias’s family, his identity. The men he relied on to have his back.

Matias closed his eyes for a single breath, gathering himself. When he opened them, his expression was carefully neutral, no longer a man barely containing his rage.

That didn’t fool Elijah. Matias was a weapon, and someone was about to feel the impact of it.

Without another word, he turned and strode back toward his men, his pace unhurried, his demeanor almost casual.

Not a single one of them knew death was circling.

Elijah followed behind, keeping an eye on him, barely noticing when the waiting room doors swung open.

The air shifted.

Santiago had arrived, Diablo right behind him.

The wolf walked in like he was barely keeping himself from going insane right then and there. He wasn’t panicked. No, he was something far worse.

Furious.

Nostrils flaring, eyes sharp and locked onto Matias, dark and full of something dangerous. “Which. Room?”

Matias jerked his chin toward the door Elijah had just come from. Without another word, Santiago stormed inside, the door closing quietly behind him.

Elijah watched then turned his attention back to Matias, unease twisting his gut. There were so many men in the pack. How the hell were they supposed to figure out who the traitor was?

Percy didn’t know their name. If he had, he would’ve mentioned it. Which meant he knew the man by sight. Elijah gazed up at Matias, feeling helpless.

Subtly, Matias shook his head, but Elijah had no idea what that meant. Leave it alone for now? He had no idea how to figure it out either? He couldn’t believe this was happening. Elijah desperately wanted to know.

“You men can head out,” Matias suddenly said, leaning casually against the entrance of the waiting room, arms and ankles crossed. “It might be a while.”

They mumbled their well wishes, to Elijah or Matias, he wasn’t sure. Elijah still had no idea why Matias had shaken his head and was about to ask as soon as the men were gone.

“I have nothing to do, I can stick around.”

It was imperceptible, but Elijah caught the way Matias stiffened. “No problem,” Matias replied, glancing away.

Elijah turned away as well, wondering what this meant. He wasn’t strategic like Matias. Something was going on, but Elijah couldn’t put the pieces together.

Why would Matias stiffen just because Tito had volunteered to stick around?

Matias slipped his phone from his pocket, texting something while Elijah stood there confused as hell. Diablo was by the nurses' station, but Elijah could tell he was paying attention.

To what?

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