Page 90 of Witch Undecided
Be safe on patrol. A few of the pack females are in town tonight for a pre-mating night out and we’ve warned them to steer clear of The Order club.
“Like a hen do?”
I suppose so.
“Isn’t that dangerous with the varga trying to take the females?”
The town’s the safest place for them. Varga never attack in town. Their rifts have always been localized to the woodland and plains. But the women will be accompanied by a couple of beta wolves.
“I’ll keep an eye out for them. If patrol goes well, we’ll probably head into town for a drink.”
Outliers?
“Yeah.”
I love that place.His tone was suddenly more animated and excited, and a feeling of joy and possibility swelled inside me.Lauter, the owner, loved me playing guitar on a Friday night and then we’d—
He cut off suddenly and blinked sharply, and the balloon of joy popped.
“Rune?”
I should get back to the pack house.
He padded toward the door.
“Rune? I’d have loved to see you play.”
He paused and looked back at me.I’d have written a song just for you.
Then he was gone.
“What if they don’t work?”Jessie fiddled with the leather bracelet around her wrist. “The sisters aren’t infallible.”
“They might as well be,” Poppy said.
“Is that why they went all crazy on Cora’s ass?” Jessie asked.
Poppy wiggled her fingers in the air. “Power hungry.”
I sat in the window seat of the lounge in The Elite quarters. The furniture was all mismatched colorful shit that made my eyes hurt and my heart happy. The ladies knew how to make use of throws and oversized cushions. Jessie and Poppy were curled up on the three-seater sofa, and Sloane had taken a single-seater and had her feet propped on the coffee table, purple fluffy socks on display. There were four bedrooms leading off the huge lounge. The doors to three were ajar but the fourth was shut tight.
Brie’s room.
The room a new fourth Elite would occupy, but they hadn’t offered it to me, and I didn’t want it. I might be an Elite, but I was also the anchor, and my home was with my mates. And yes, if a few weeks ago someone had told me I’d be thinking this mushy shit, I’d have laughed in their face and then slapped them for good measure. But I was changed.
It felt good.
Scary but good.
Sloane had dumped my bags in her room, and I’d gotten a peek into a black and cream haven with a flat-screen TV bolted to the wall. The bed was a large double, big enough for the two of us, and after last night, sleeping snuggled up to Sloane, I was no longer nervous about sharing a bed with her. I’d be safe, as long as I kept wicked Cora under control and didn’t try and tease her.
“How’s Wren doing?” Poppy asked.
Shit. “How did you hear about that?”
She rolled her eyes. “Ghosts talk. You might not have noticed, but the little tyke has stolen many hearts at the mansion both living and dead.”
And if what Conah said was true, then he’d be tearing out those hearts soon enough.
