A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,88
fucking nuts. I don’t care how well we all work together as a team, or how many times they’ve saved my ass.
Just nope.
I text Fallon and tell her that we need her help ASAP, and she lets me know she’ll be over in a few. I head to find Levi and find him standing by the door to the basement with the others. Small whimpers come from the open door, but any semblance of guilt I might have once had are now buried. While I might not want to help extract the information, I’m not against it. These people made their decisions, they picked their sides. It’s their own fault for picking the losing team.
“I texted Fallon,” I say as I reach them. “She’ll be here soon.”
“Thank you. I was just updating everyone,” Levi says.
“What’s the plan for the rest of us?” I ask Roman.
“He let slip the hiding place of the witches, so Kain and Luc are going to take his generals and have an old school witch hunt.” Roman’s grin is purely animalistic. Apparently, Levi isn’t the only one feeling bloodthirsty at this point.
“We have witches who will be coming with us,” Kain tells me as his fingers brush against mine. I hadn’t realized I’d stiffened, but I relax a little with his words.
“Okay, good. But what about him?” I ask, tilting my head down towards the basement.
“Him… Creek and I are going to see if he has any other pretty words, see if he knows where the other Lycans are being held up. And from there, I haven’t decided yet. But I’m leaning towards he dies.” The whimpers from the basement get a little louder and I flinch a little, despite my resolve.
Who am I to question an alpha’s ruling?
Chapter Twenty-One
It’s strange being the one left behind.
Creek and Roman are in the basement with Laurent. Levi, Serafina, and Nevin are scouting the location Fallon found for them. Kain took a portal back to the castle, and he and Luc are out hunting witches, which leaves me, home alone with nothing to do.
Which on the one hand, I understand. The guys don’t want me in the thick of things, they’re trying to protect me. But, on the other, it pisses me off. I don’t need to be protected. Still, I’m trying not to be an asshole about the whole thing, and so I’m trying not to get too bent out of shape.
However, that does mean that I’m still here basically twiddling my thumbs. I’ve trained, and exercised and meditated every other time they’ve left me alone. Colt is still dealing with the elders freaking out, so he’s beyond busy right now, and Fallon… well, she’s seemed a little distant lately, but I get it. She’s got a ton going on, helping with the hunt, trying to master her new power, attempting to rebuild her life after Archer and Azriel stole so much from her. She’s not really been the same since we got back, but again, I get it. She’s not really talked about everything she’s been through, but I can imagine, and that alone is enough to make my blood run cold. She seemed like she was back to herself at Christmas, but I’m also very aware of how easy it is to slip into the mask of who people want and expect you to be.
I sigh and drop down onto the sofa, picking up the remote and channel hopping. I have no idea why, I didn’t even watch cable before my life got turned upside down. I don’t want to put the Chicagos on, because well, we still have shit to do, and I don’t want to get sucked in right now.
Turning off the TV I stand and head outside. Ever since I got my wings back, there’s just something calming about being outdoors. Now I know the truth about myself, my entire lifespan, I realize that some parts of my life when I was Amantara filtered through, even without the memories. I’ve always enjoyed being outside, felt calm in the outdoors. It’s one of the things Roman and I always had in common.
I tip my head back, and let myself soak up the limited sun rays. The power inside of me makes itself known as I worship the little sun we have. Of course it likes the sun, there are no shadows without the light. I push the power to my hands and my shadow flame ignites, climbing up my arms. I feel the cold