Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,238

deep down I knew why.

I was fighting against acknowledging it.

Dimitris let go of me, but he didn't seem convinced from his stressed expression. Onyx suddenly appeared between us, and he literally slapped my cheeks hard enough for them to sting but clearly not to disable me out of anger.

"You need to get out of your head and fucking accept that you love Willow!"

I could tell he was mad as fuck, his body practically shaking while little sparks of black went in and out of existence around his bulky muscles.

When it came to Willow, Onyx would bring the whole world down with him until she was in his grasp, and if anyone tried to fuck with his ability to have her in safe arms, they suffered the consequences.

His words took a moment to click, but when they did, I couldn't deny it anymore.

I...love...Willow.

My mind knew that - acknowledged the obvious - and yet I fought so hard against it. I didn't want to tug her into our world of magic. Our world where one could easily betray the other with the fucked-up trickery our kind used upon one another.

Even though I'd forgotten why I'd been sent down to guard Willow from birth well into the years of allegiance with Roberto, I knew what our kind was capable of. The realms of magic and the heightened levels of jealousy just from family lineage were insane.

Only a few knew of my real name, but no one knew about my connection to the High Court and the possibility of me being one of the chosen Masters that would lead my appointed Disciple to take the place of my parents.

That blast had to be the trigger connection...which means...Willow has to be my fated one.

It felt impossible - it had to be - for how could one person be royally bonded to two, mated with another, and now fate bonded with a warlock wolf?

I can't think of this now.

"I know..." I finally spoke with a trembling voice. "But-"

"No fucking buts," Onyx snarled. "You love her, she loves you. She's currently kidnapped and now it's our fucking turn to go save her! Deal with your emotions later!"

The words finally cut through with urgency, and my wolf howled in my head to emphasize how important our next moves were.

We have to get going!

I nodded and allowed my emotions to fade away and tuck themselves within the depths of my chests. Finally, there was my focus that snapped into place.

Onyx seemed relieved because I was sure he wasn't going to deal with my nonsense now, but I realized we'd yet to be shot.

"Why are they just standing there?" I questioned, and Jayce, who was typing on his phone like mad, paused to stare at the massive group.

"Intimidation. They can't shoot unless we move in defiance," he revealed. "Only Russians follow those stupid laws."

"They're Russian wolves," I practically growled, the rage already threatening to pierce the air and strike this group all in one go.

My magic was fighting every string of resistance I carried, especially when I'd been on good terms with Russia this entire time. Something had to have been said behind our backs for them to somehow target us.

If anything happens to Willow, that alliance will sink into the gutter after I burn their entire pack to ashes.

They had clearly forgotten the power I carried in that country during my years there, and if anything happened to my beloved, the wrath of my anger would ruin them entirely.

"We need to track Willow down," Jayce emphasized. "I tried tracking her necklace the way we did last time, but there's some sort of interference. I'm getting two signals going in the same direction, but it could be a trap."

"Is the signal out of the country?" Dimitris questioned in haste.

"No," Jayce admitted, "But it's just too risky. It feels as if they're on some sort of aircraft already."

Fuck...

"You think they're going to Russia?" Saint inquired.

"I'm not sure," Jayce admitted. "Too many probabilities."

"They're not going out of the country."

We turned our attention to Milo. He was surprisingly calm.

"How can you be so sure of that?" I stressed with a bit of annoyance. I wasn't angry at him, but it was clearly my frustration regarding the situation that was pushing every nerve in my mind.

"That masked man was the reason I got out of that torture cycle," he revealed, and it really took us all by surprise.

"What? You know that man?" Dimitris questioned.

He slowly nodded, and though he was trying to hide the