Page 78 of Broken Wolf Heart
“What do you think about getting information from my father?” Mia asks her warily.
“I don’t know him, so I can’t vouch for his loyalty, but I know you wouldn’t endanger your pack for anything. I think it’s smart,” Andy says with a shrug. “We have to play offense. The sooner the better, especially with an enemy like Vincenzo.”
Mia nods like Andy’s just passed some kind of test. “I agree.”
“So, did he give us any insight into where to hit first?” Andy asks.
“Well, yes, but to be fair, we’ve already hit first, technically speaking.”
Mia’s voice drops low, and I know she’s aware that Razor and Crow are somewhere inside the house. They’ve beensubdued since they got back from disposing of Alvaro. I’ve been giving them space, but only because I don’t know what to say.
What do you say to someone who just killed their father in cold blood, knowing he deserved it?
“Until Vincenzo knows about it, I don’t think we’re going to count it,” Andy points out.
“Yeah.” Mia sighs and sets her fork aside.
I noticed she didn’t do much more than push the food around. I, on the other hand, cleaned my plate. I make a mental note to ask Elena about the recipe—at some point when I’m not terrified of her. The food here has been delicious so far.
“I have intel about Vincenzo’s plans, but you’re not going to like it,” Mia warns.
I can’t help arching a brow at that. “The asshole’s trying to kill me and the people I love. I didn’t expect to like it.”
“Fair,” she says. “I guess what I’m saying is we can’t handle this on our own. We need your pack to step up.” I start to respond, but she rushes on. “I know you wanted to wait until their loyalty was more certain.” She glances between me and Andy now. “But we don’t have that kind of time.”
“Yeah.” My shoulders sag, but I know she’s right. “We’ll call a meeting for this afternoon with the patrol leaders and lieutenants.”
I glance at Andy, who nods and pulls her phone out. “I’m on it.”
She’s not even out of the room when I hear her start talking to whoever’s on the phone.
Mia looks at me, softening. “How are you?”
“My ribs don’t feel like they’re stabbing my organs quite as badly,” I say.
She grins. “That’s always a plus.” But her smile vanishes quickly. “I meant about Grey. About earlier.”
My stomach tightens. “That wasn’t a normal wolf thing, was it?”
“No.”
“It has something to do with killing Franco, doesn’t it?”
“I think he took in too much alpha power,” Mia says.
“Dutch said it was because he was resisting fully accepting it.”
“Could be that. Or maybe Franco’s power has the same boost yours does.”
“The LAG gene,” I realize.
She nods. “I think Franco would have experimented on himself.”
“Even though he thought it didn’t work on me?”
“The bastard was aging. He would have hated that.”
I focus again on the dark energy pulsing through our bond. It’s a constant now. A shadow that eclipses the connection I felt the night we claimed each other. My wolf doesn’t like it and has been snarling about it all day.
