Page 45 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Pilot
Felicity was there instantly, shrugging out of her jacket to drape it over my shoulders.“You stopped her,” she said softly, brushing blood-matted hair from my forehead.
Logan had shifted back as well.His expression was grim but respectful as he surveyed the carnage.“The Roberts and Song wolves finally united against a common enemy.”A ghost of a smile touched his lips.“My father would be apoplectic.”
The absurdity of the observation cut through the lingering battle haze, and I found myself bursting out in laughter.
Sheriff Reyes appeared in the doorway, his weapon drawn.He took in the scene with professional detachment.Behind him, his deputies secured the area, their voices echoing through the tunnels as they reported that it was all clear.
“I’m guessing that’s Victoria Song,” Reyes said, nodding toward the mauled body on the floor, now reverted to human form in death.
“She confessed to everything,” Felicity said, her arm still supporting me.“The contamination, the sabotage.She murdered Tanner’s father, poisoned him slowly over the years.”
Reyes holstered his weapon.“We found her other operatives trying to flee through the emergency shaft.Got four of them in custody.”He looked at me directly.“This was a clean kill, Roberts.Self-defense, protection of the town.No one’s going to question what happened here.”
I nodded, grateful for his understanding of shifter justice.Some things couldn’t be handled in human courts.
“The chemicals?”I asked.
“Contained,” the sheriff answered.“My team’s already disconnecting the dispersal system.Going to need some cleanup, but nothing got into the water table.”
Felicity helped me to my feet, her strength surprising for her size.“Let’s get you both to Dr.Wu,” she said, looking between Logan and me.“Those wounds need treatment.”
I touched the gash above my eye, feeling the sticky warmth of blood.“I’ve had worse.”
“Don’t be such a stupid alpha,” she retorted, but her eyes were soft with affection.“You’re allowed to admit when you’re hurt.”
Logan chuckled, the sound strained through his pain.“I like her, Roberts.She doesn’t take your bullshit.”
Emergency lights flashed at the mine entrance as we emerged from the tunnels.The morning had passed while we fought underground.Bright afternoon sunlight now bathed the mountains.Angel Spring spread out below, its residents unaware how close they’d come to destruction.
My territory.My responsibility.But no longer my burden alone.
Felicity’s hand found mine as we watched Sheriff Reyes coordinate the cleanup operation.The warmth of her touch flowed through me, healing something deeper than physical wounds.
“What happens now?”she asked quietly.
I looked over the valley, seeing it through new eyes, not as my father’s failed legacy but as a future to be rebuilt.“We clean up the mine.Make it right.Set up the medical fund for anyone affected by the contamination.”
“And us?”Her blue eyes met mine, vulnerability and strength equally present.
My wolf, sated after battle but still close to the surface, rumbled with possessive certainty.“You’re my mate.My partner in every way.”I brushed a strand of honey-blonde hair from her face.“If you still want me.”
Her smile was like sunrise after the longest night.“I’m not going anywhere.Someone has to keep you from growling at everyone.”
I pulled her closer, uncaring of the rescue workers and deputies moving around us.“I might still growl,” I warned, my lips brushing her temple.“Old habits.”
Her laugh vibrated against my chest.“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.Your grumpiness has a certain charm.”
Logan approached, now bandaged by the paramedics.“Roberts, my team will help with the containment protocols.Victoria’s remains will be handled with discretion.”
I extended my hand, offering what would have been unthinkable a week ago, an alliance between Roberts and Song.“Thank you.”
He clasped my hand firmly, alpha to alpha, equals rather than rivals.“My aunt’s poison affected both our families.Maybe it’s time to end the old feuds.”
As he walked away, Felicity leaned into me, her warmth a balm against the morning chill.“You know what this means, right?You’re going to have to stay in Angel Spring.Become the leader your father never was.”
The weight of that responsibility settled on my shoulders, but it felt different now.It was a purpose rather than a burden.“I ran from this place because I couldn’t face what my family had done.What I’d failed to prevent.”
“And now?”
