Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,224

shook my head. Patting my face with the pink towel, I walked to the desk and pressed the intercom for Jayce.

"Afternoon, William."

"We're leaving early. I'm done with this fucking day."

"On my way, Rebel."

I shook my head again at his comment. I lowered back into my seat and leaned back against the leather cushion with my eyes closed.

I need to figure my emotions out or I'm going to self-destruct.

~JAYCE~

* * *

"He named your psycho side?" I asked while looking over at William as he tugged on his tie to loosen it completely.

"Yup," he replied. "Willa. Pretty cute. Hmph. I need to take my meds soon."

I watched him unbutton his black dress shirt and I could tell from the annoyed look on his face that something was troubling him.

"Are you okay, William?" I inquired. "You get into a fight with Dimitris?"

He gave me a look that could surely kill, and that was my answer.

"I'm going to shower," he scoffed and was retreating to the bathroom before I could say a word. The slam of the door made me sigh before I decided to figure out what the fuck was grinding William's gears.

Aside from these last two weeks of non-stop mayhem.

Since the confrontation incident with the police, getting some movement on deals was becoming a bit of a pain in the ass. Public apologies and the dumb revolts against the NYPD for being sloppy had only further slowed down our progress in sealing some final deals.

It surely was impacting all aspects of business in the shifter world, since Aurelia had been complaining to Willow the other day regarding some council issues.

All of this was becoming a big pain in our asses because we all knew there was some Vile Queen in our midst who clearly wanted Willow dead, had something to do with the Coven, and from the information gathered from Milo, was someone with a lot of power, hidden connections, and a dungeon somewhere with kidnapped shifters.

Adding the fine details of kidnapping humans and forcing them to change into wolves and we had a big threat hiding within our city. And no one had information on this organization.

A nuisance in the realms of power and business.

Viktor was working on it and found some leads that actually tied to Russia, Dubai, and Germany, but we were struggling to find a connection.

We really had far too much on our plate right now: securing the final residences and candidates for Forbidden Enterprise, securing our finalized deals and financial contracts to land us another trillion to support our grand opening, this apparent royal fashion show that Willow, Dimitris, and now Neo were invited to, and the Vatican was requesting a meeting with us to offer another "deal" that could favor our grand opening.

As if that wasn't fucking fishy.

Since retrieving the blood rose, which was in Neo's possession because he was the only one with the ability to sustain its life force without sacrificing anyone - unless he felt like it - the Vatican had been sucking up to Saint like a plague was approaching.

Saint had briefly explained that without their blood roses, they probably needed more "power" for whatever they were doing behind the scenes, and frankly, he'd been ignoring their distressed calls with the excuse that he was busy with Forbidden Enterprise.

It wasn't necessarily a lie because we were busy, but now with this potential bargain, we had to keep alert for whatever they had up their sleeves.

Then there was our new addition, Milo.

I'd privately talked to Dimitris early last week about Milo, and Dimitris decided he wanted to meet Milo privately in our presence. That told me he either wanted him to join or wanted to assess our dynamic before offering the opportunity.

We hadn't accepted a Forbidden Pack member since Onyx and Willow, and even that was out of normal circumstance and not necessarily due to our standard protocol. I was sure none of us regretted it in the slightest, but Milo was too good of an offer to ignore.

I didn't know what Mother Moon was conjuring for us, but we were entering this new year with the potential of being a pack of seven - and if Willow could convince Viktor to come on board, eight.

My phone went off, the slight vibration alerting me that I had a text message. Pulling my phone out, I scanned the text and frowned.

REX:

"Gang fighters spotted in the ring. Russian. Playing dirty. Figured I'd warn ya. Know your woman likes to fight. Keep an eye out. They