Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,199

for days on end.

At least, that's what I would have done.

"I know how to clean up. Saint said he'd come help when things were done, so it won't take long. We'll get Milo situated and we'll regroup later in the morning."

Neo and Willow exchanged looks before they nodded.

"Thanks, Jayce!" Willow thanked me and walked over to give me a hug. It was unexpected, but I didn't stiffen from her affection. I actually relaxed, and that told me I was a fucking goner.

"You won't survive if you fall for her," my wolf noted.

You mean 'we' won't survive if we fall for her.

"Nah. I'd be good. You're the one with PTSD problems."

I mentally rolled my eyes but focused on the present as Neo thanked me and gave me a pat on the back.

They exchanged words with Milo, and it wasn't long before they were heading into the elevator, leaving the screams of torture behind.

Returning my gaze to Milo, I decided to say what was on my mind.

"You wanted them to leave on purpose," I voiced.

"For one who uses anger as a mask and is rather on the quieter side, your ability to observe is a good quality to carry," Milo retorted. "Yes. I did want them to leave. Only a fool couldn’t see those two desired to be elsewhere rather than watch the end of this waste of space."

"I have a strong feeling we could get along. My question is, how does it feel to be an Omega?"

"Weird," he admitted. "Maybe because of this new wolf, I feel like a lost soul in a field of stars. It makes me miss my independence solely as a fae."

"What will your family think?"

"I'm sure they're aware of my absence and would be thankful I'm even alive," he admitted, but his eyes darkened. "I need to get my daughter back to the fae realms."

"Were you not planning to raise her here?" I decided to pry a little.

"No," he admitted. I wasn't sure I was going to get more from him as his eyes moved back to Ronald. "Are you in a hurry to return?"

"No," I replied. "Saint's handling some business and won't be here for a few more hours. Neo and Willow probably won't come back down here, and obviously, this place is soundproof so you can do whatever."

"They say us fae are some of the most dangerous supernatural creatures in the realms," he whispered. "Do you believe it's true?"

"Indeed." I was no fool to disbelieve those obvious warnings. Every shifter knew that, regardless of whether you were a wolf or some other supernatural being.

"Then, will you allow me to seek true revenge?"

I wasn't going to be the one to stop him.

"Go right ahead."

I purposely walked over to grab the folding chair Willow had sat in earlier. I spun it around so I could sit the same way Willow had, my bulky arms resting on the small top part of the back support while I rested my chin on my crossed arms. Our Blossoming Flower's scent still lingered around the chair, making any hints of worry fade away.

"Get wild," I encouraged. "Just don't kill me. And make sure it doesn't ruin Neo's paintings. He hates when his stuff gets ruined in the crossfire."

A single nod was all he showed in reply as the lights above began to flicker until they went completely off. The sudden shift in energy made goosebumps crawl upon my flesh, and I watched in amazement as the man who was cut wide open was suddenly rejuvenated with life.

"What?! W-What are you doing?!" Ronald was brought back to life, even with his opened chest that displayed his guts. He looked beyond horrified, his frantic eyes looking around as he tried to get up.

Golden strings already captured him in place, and I watched as symbols of magic began to form upon the black surface of Milo's flesh. He blended so perfectly with the darkness, but now, as his body began to glow with various markings of traditional symbols, I could see him clearly.

And he was nothing like the Milo in the light.

"Seeing as I've been given this rare opportunity to enact my revenge," he began, his voice completely unrecognizable as a lump began to form in my throat, "why don't I let you experience a glimpse of what my ancestors dealt with at the hands of your kind."

Ronald was literally screaming, not because of the pain in his body, but out of pure fear. I could only see Milo's back; his previously slim