Page 29 of Witch Undecided
“He agreed to it.”
“You went behind my back?” Tor’s voice vibrated with rage. “Do I have to remind you who’s alpha now.”
“Then act like one! Your subjectiveness in this matter is a weakness.”
A growl. “Who are you calling weak, old-timer?”
“They’re opening several rifts at a time. We lost two humans last week because we were unable to fend them off effectively. Something’s changed. We need to know what, and to do that we need to capture one of them, and you know they never allow us to do that. Ever.”
“They’d rather die.”
“Yes. So we set a trap with bait. Something they want.”
“No,” Tor snapped. “We find another way… One second…”
Boot falls headed toward me. Shit.
The door to my left opened and Tor stood there, a flat expression on his face. “Seriously, Cora?”
“What? I was headed out to help Bee with the post and heard you guys arguing. What’s going on?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.” He lobbed the car keys at me. “I’ll meet you at the car.”
The dismissal in his tone was clear and annoyance flared in my chest. “No.”
“No?” He looked genuinely confused.
“You heard me. You may be an alpha and used to barking orders, but you’re notmyalpha, so you don’t get to dismiss me. If there’s a threat to humanity that I’m not in the loop about, then you need to clue me in stat. I gave up my life to protect a fucking seal, for godsake, so I deserve to know what the fuck is going on.”
“She has a point,” Sten said.
Tor shot him a lethal glare. “And there are parties involved that have the right to their privacy.”
Sten pinched the bridge of his nose. “Cora, we were discussing the varga and increasing patrols.”
“You mentioned bait.”
“Enough,” Tor snapped, his cold gaze settling on me. “You’ve been anchor for five minutes, but we’ve been protectors of humanity for centuries. If there’s something you need to know, then you’ll be informed of it. I’ll meet you at the car.”
Anger and embarrassment swirled in my chest, but like hell would I let him see it.
I shrugged. “Whatever.” Then brushed past him and out the front door.
My anger melted as I got to the car and anxiety bloomed in its place. But it wasn’t my anger, it was Tor’s. His cold attitude was a façade. A front.
He was worried…scared.
What was he hiding?
And suddenly I was a dog with a bone.
I needed to find out.
