Page 370 of Fated to the Wolf Prince
“Removing him from my pack should have been enough of a punishment.” Liam was holding tightly to his restrained rage. “It left him vulnerable.”
“Clearly.” I paced the room. My wolf was restless inside me, desperate to take action, despite my efforts to keep her in check.
“Look,” Liam said, running a hand through his hair. “I made a mistake. If I was able to go back and do things differently, I would, but we can’t change what’s happened. All we can do now is focus on finding Castro and making sure he pays for this.”
“Damn right we will.” I growled, my anger my own now that I’d calmed my wolf down. “We’re going to make him regret ever crossing us.”
“Agreed.” Liam nodded; his expression grim. “First, let’s make sure your family is safe. We need to be prepared for anything Castro might throw at us.”
“Fine,” I said. “After that, we’re going hunting. I won’t stop until we’ve found him and made him pay for everything he’s done.”
“Promise,” Liam said, his expression meeting mine with a fierce intensity that left no doubt in my mind he meant every word.
As I looked around the room at the faces of my loved ones, I knew we were stronger than anything Castro could throw at us. He had made a terrible mistake in thinking he could tear our family apart, and we would make sure he paid for it dearly.
The front door slammed shut behind Ty and Scott, their tense expressions betraying the gravity of the situation. I heard my brothers’ footsteps receding into the distance as they disposed of the grisly package.
“I don’t want to know where you’re taking it.” I tried to shake off the dread that had settled.
“Found this in the box.” Ty held up a crumpled piece of paper. The note readI will make your enemies your footstool.My blood ran cold as I realized Castro had left us a message. There was one other word scribbled on the paper—something written in Russian I didn’t understand.
Liam blanched. “Castro has your trigger word, Liza.
The room was suffocating me, with Castro’s threat bearing down on all of us. On cue, Michael and Mason burst back in through the front door, both looking ready for a fight.
“Are you okay, Liza?” Michael asked, laden with concern as he hovered protectively beside me.
Mason stood close by, his fists clenched and his attention flicking between Liam and Ty.
“Back off, guys,” I snarled, more irritated than scared. “I can handle this.”
“Like hell you can,” Mason said, inching even closer. “You have no idea what kind of monster Castro is.”
“I know better than the two of you do,” I shot back, glaring at him. “But I’m not going to cower in fear just because he’s out there.”
Liam stepped forward. When he spoke, he was firm but somehow reassuring. “Listen, we’re all on edge right now. But I swear to you, I will burn anyone to the ground who wants to hurt Liza. We’re going to find Castro and make sure he can never threaten any of you again.”
My brothers’ reluctance was written all over their faces, but they appeared to accept Liam’s words. Michael gave a curt nod while Mason said something under his breath.
“Thanks,” I said quietly, sending Liam a grateful look. “We need to be united if we’re going to face Castro.”
“Absolutely,” Liam replied, his gaze meeting mine with a determined intensity that gave me chills.
Ty emphasized the importance of ensuring everyone’s safety and being prepared for whatever lay ahead, his firm stare encompassing the room.
“Right.” I punched my fists at my sides. “We’ll stop him, and when we find him, he’ll wish he’d never crossed us.”
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While I stood by the window, staring out into the night, I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the headache that refused to go away. The head situation at Liza’s parent’s place was finally handled, and we’d returned home, only for Liza to say she needed space. Neither Liam nor I blamed her, because pain and fear clung to her like a second skin. She’d been so shaken up she’d shook the house—literally.
The door opened. “Ty, we need to talk about what happened,” Liam said, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed beneath his chest, and his face set grimly. This conversation was inevitable, but part of me had hoped to avoid it for just a little while longer.
I gestured for him to come inside. “What’s on your mind?”
“Look, you’re angry. Hell, I’m fucking pissed off.” He rubbed a hand through his hair in frustration. “Blaming my father isn’t going to help anyone.”
