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Luka and Jolene instantly growled.
“Typical,” Finn muttered, the seven-foot-tall Alpha of Ström Clan among the most intimidating in the group. I’d seen him briefly at Blood Day and knew of him from my studies. But none of that had prepared me for his physical presence.
“I believe they left to prepare Kylan’s jet,” Edon told them. “They were discussing Cane as they went.”
“Nice of them to notify us,” Polka drawled, his black eyes flickering with his barely restrained wolf. He was the Alpha of Apinya Clan, and nearly half a foot shorter than Finn.
Several of the wolves grunted in annoyance.
Jace did say something as he was leaving, but the alphas were too consumed with each other to hear him,Lunamuttered via our mental connection.It’s like they tuned the vampires out entirely.
Yes, this divide is… a problem,Edon replied.
It is,I agreed.And I have no idea how to fix it.Because it seemed to be an old wound rather than a new one, the lycan animosity too robust and ancient to be inspired by this week’s events.
Of course, this week hadn’t helped cure that wound. If anything, it had worsened it. And now the lycans were done playing nice. Done partnering with vampires. Done putting supernaturals as a whole above everything else.
Because most of it benefited vampires, not lycans.
That much I’d gathered from the few conversations I’d overheard.
Something big was coming. Something world-altering. And it seemed to go deeper than simply swaying the alliance.
Because the lycans appeared to be planning something.
I just didn’t know what that something was, and neither did Luna or Edon.
But we were going to figure it out.
Then we would decide how to proceed.
However, our triad would always come first. Because as long as we had each other, we would survive.
To the moon and back,Luna whispered to us, her way of expressing her love.
To the moon and back,I echoed.
For eternity,Edon vowed.
For eternity,Luna and I agreed.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
IZZY
Damienand I are on our way,Cam informed me, his mental tone lacking emotion.
I attempted to replicate that tone as I replied,We’re descending now.
Or it felt that way, anyway.
No one had confirmed it. But that wasn’t surprising, given my hostage status on this jet.
Cane had fallen silent for the last several minutes, his focus on finishing his glass of blood wine while the human who’d provided it lay dead at his feet.
His choice to keep her there felt purposeful, like he’d wanted me to watch her die. Rather than focus on her dead body, I studied him.
Noting his green eyes. His sharp features. The cruel angle of his jaw. His thick, dark hair. The same aristocratic nose as his brother.
