Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,153

loves me. Alpha Asshole loves me."

"Is she referring to you?" Saint snickered as he pointed at me.

Aurelia was trying not to laugh, while I just blankly stared at the three of them.

"Run away!" Willow cheered and was skipping away.

Aurelia sighed. "You guys are going to unlock psycho Willow at this rate," she spoke to us.

"Uh, aren't you worried she's going to destroy something?" Saint asked.

"Or someone," I muttered.

"She found Onyx," Aurelia announced like it wasn't a big secret.

We both frowned and tried to find Willow, and sure enough, she was hugging the bulk of muscle who was in a black dress shirt and silver pants. Watching her from this distance brought a weird feeling within me. Especially when I saw the way she smiled so charmingly even though she was drunk as hell.

Her eyes lit up with pleasant joy for Onyx, and their energies didn't just pulse against each other. They intertwined, molded like fire and ice, opposite powers and yet the key puzzle piece to their completion.

I could see why they were fated mates.

We hadn't even dived into that area of knowledge, and I knew it was a priority, but everything seemed so important: those behind-the-scenes deals, the meetings to ensure we had enough loyal businesses backing us up and that those who wished to defy us behind our backs were dealt with.

That's why we need to find the rats tonight.

Checking to see Willow was still with Onyx - the two of them lost in a kiss while the music shifted to a slower melody - I returned my attention to Aurelia, but Saint was already asking the prime question.

"What are you doing here, Aurelia?"

"There are a number of reasons," she replied and walked closer to our booth until she was standing right there next to Saint. "Viktor called me to say Beta Malachite of the De Luca pack sensed Russians in the territory."

That made Saint and I frown as Aurelia slowly nodded.

"He's unsure what side they are on, but suggested I should warn you guys. I was also going to question how you're getting home."

"Car," I stated the obvious. "Our cars are in the valet private sector."

"Leave them there," she muttered quietly, her eyes looking away as her gaze was clearly on Willow. I don't think she wanted others to see she was giving a heads-up. "There hasn't been an announcement, but the bomb squad was called to the bridge to investigate a potential attack."

Saint reached for his drink and casually leaned back in his chair while his usually playful eyes were now voids of threatening black with hints of blue and gold.

He's mad.

"So now they have to resort to bombing our city. I doubt the Vatican is going to be pleased."

When Saint referred to the Vatican in scenarios like this, he wasn't just referring to the church.

He was referencing the dark side of the holy realms of praise and worship. Those who smiled and carried the sign of the cross but held far darker secrets of bloodshed beneath their very cathedral.

No one would think the Vatican would be an ally in the shadows of drug deals and offered sacrifices, but Saint knew better. He’d experienced many things a little choir boy should have never endured and witnessed, and now he was the grand-schemer of genuine smiles that hid how lethal he was.

Hid the endangered beast the world wasn't ready to witness.

"What's your suggestion?" I concluded. Obviously, she was here to give us a way out - or at least her best friend a way out.

"There's a long park trail two minutes from this place. One of you take Willow home. The rest, find a way to get back to the safe house."

"Why can't we teleport?" I questioned, knowing damn well she had the ability to do exactly that if she was so concerned.

Saint was the one to answer after sipping a bit of his white coconut vodka slush.

"Magic trackers," Saint announced. "I ignored them earlier on the way here. There's normally not many out and about at night. Today there seems to be more than plenty."

"Because of the event," I concluded with a bit of annoyance.

"Affirmative," Aurelia agreed and looked over to us. "I need to deal with my own stuff, and snag a few dances with Willow. As for what you seek, they're already gone."

I arched an eyebrow and she shrugged and turned around.

"Your masked wolf is dealing with them."

She walked away before we could reply, giving us a slight wave before joining Willow and Onyx.