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The moment he was gone, the room seemed to shrink. Most of the girls sat silently obedient. I’d figured out those were the ones who swallowed those nasty, oily drops they gave us. Those of us who didn’t remained quiet so as not to raise too much suspicion, but we all looked at each other with the same disbelief and fear.
Three days.
That was all the time I had left before I was sold to whoever could pay the most.
And I didn’t know if Lyra had a clue about where I was—or if I was still alive.
Chapter 14
Cracks in the Foundation
Mako
By the time we rolled back into the clubhouse, the air felt—off.
Too quiet.
Even the usual bass thump of music from the bar had been cut.
Dexter had parked, ripped off his helmet, saying, “I’m here.” That told me he’d been on his Bluetooth headset. He hopped off his bike and rushed inside.
Crypt Keeper pulled in beside me, his wolf still pacing under his skin, itching for another fight. I understood how he felt, but we’d been severely outnumbered. Spook ghosted through the front doors without a word, the shadows clinging to him like they didn’t want to let go.
Lyra stayed close. I could feel the heat of her at my side, could smell the stubborn edge in her scent. She was still rattled, but she’d die before admitting it.
Inside, the smell of blood hit me. Fresh.
Dexter was already in the back room we used as an infirmary, hands deep in Bugsy’s torn side, muttering curses in some old tongue that probably wasn’t fit for polite company. The man’s normally steady hands were quick and rough tonight—not because he didn’t know what he was doing, but because Bugsy’s life was dangling by a thread—I could smell it.
I stepped up beside him. “How bad?”
“Bad,” Dexter said without looking up. “Silver in the wounds. They knew what they were doing. Whoever sent them didn’t want him healing fast. I can’t believe I missed it.”
Lyra’s fingers brushed my arm, tentative. “Can’t you?—”
“No,” Dexter cut her off. “Not until I get it all out.”
The words he left unspoken said he blamed Lyra for him not being here. That set my hackles up, but I bit my tongue. This wasn’t the time.
Crypt Keeper joined us and closed the door before he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. Then he quietly spoke up. “We got set up, Mako. Question is—how?”
I didn’t answer right away because I already knew what he was thinking.
Same thing we all were.
Someone in this chapter was definitely feeding the Covenant our info.
They knew exactly where we’d be, they moved the girls, and they came loaded for war.
The thought of a traitor in the Kings’ ranks churned in my gut like broken glass. We were more than a club—we were a pack, a crew, a family. You didn’t betray family.
Spook appeared from the corner, his voice low. “Checked the perimeter. No tails.”
For a moment, everyone was quiet.
“Brothers, the way they moved? That wasn’t luck. That was insider info,” Spook added.
Dexter’s lip curled as he looked up. “You saying one of our own sold us out?”
