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There were several assholes outside with Tadhg who were waiting for an opportunity to strike. But it seemed Cael had already wrapped his own powers around them, holding them back while Tadhg and Kieran squared off in a show of Alpha energy.
However, there were a few stragglers who had escaped Cael’s notice. I heard them moving through the building, up the stairs, slowly creeping up here to reach their prize.
You were right about it being a distraction outside,I told Cael.Grey’s up here handling three of the rogues. There are six… no, make that seven, more making their way up here.
Do you need me?
I smiled.Nah, I can handle these jackholes.
Because one of them was Granger.
And we had a date planned.
A very bloody, violent fucking date.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
IVANA
“We should open the door,”Quinn said suddenly.
“What?” I asked her, startled by her suggestion.
“It’s too dark in here.”
“We’re wolves. We can both see just fine,” I reminded her. “And the power will be back on any minute, right?” That was what she’d told me after the initial electrical surge. But ever since that had happened, she’d seemed a little off.
Which was how I’d noticed the mysterious fog clouding her mind.
Just like with Grey.
And Granger.
Cillian, Quinn wants to open the door.
Absolutely fucking not,he hissed back at me via our bond.There are several hostiles on their way up, including Granger.
I’m not so sure he’s a hostile,I told him, frowning.I… I don’t know what he is.
A dead wolf,Cillian informed me.That’s what he is.
Just hold your judgment until I figure out the source?—
“Quinn,” I hissed out loud, abruptly ending what I’d been mentally saying to Cillian. She’d stood up and was near a panel by the metallic barrier.
“We need to leave,” she told me flatly.
“We need to stay right here,” I growled at her, pushing away from my chair to meet her at the panel. I gently moved her hands away from it and focused on her mind, trying again to track the source of the strange fog. The power had thickened, creating a murky layer that hummed with electrical undercurrents.
Who is doing this to you?I wondered as I unwound the strands again.
She blinked. “What’s happening to me?”
“Someone is… I don’t know how to describe it. Compelling you, maybe? Or forcing you to believe false information?”
“Like how I should open the door?” she asked.
“Yeah, like that,” I muttered, capturing the cloud forming in her head and blowing it away with my mind before it could latch on.
