Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,8

about Willow and Onyx said she was good and needs rest and a checkup. How the fuck is Neo planning world domination my problem?"

"Easier to blame things on you," Jayce concluded.

"Like always." I decided to join the conversation once more. "If you're still wondering about the prince thing, yes, I'm royalty."

The silence was deafening, so I bared my teeth in a parody of a smile. "Your shock is rather entertaining. I should do this more often."

"Does Dimitris know?" Surprisingly enough, Onyx was the one to ask it while the rest of my bros continued to remain speechless. I could tell from their auras that they were mentally debating how they missed such a key aspect of their best friend's life, but it wasn't as if I hadn't done everything in my power to hide it.

"Dimitris is aware of my status," I confirmed. "However, not of who I am exactly."

"Why does that sound like shit’s about to go down?" Saint pondered mostly to himself.

"Shit will be going down," Onyx grumbled. "After we secure Willow, I think we should fuck shit up."

"I have a plan," I noted, catching their attention once more.

"Messy?" Jayce inquired, but I caught the hint of his excitement. He loved when I had plans because unlike Dimitris, I loved the idea of destroying all those who got in the way. I only thought about clean-up afterwards.

Time was precious, and we didn't have enough to be wasting it, twiddling our thumbs and pulling connective strings to catch our prey. It was time to get my Sweetness some bitter revenge.

"Nah," I replied, turning my attention to Willow as she seemed to mutter something. We paused to see if she'd say anything further, but she remained as still as she could be, since the car moved us slightly side to side as we drove upon the rough surface of the asphalt.

"We need to confirm something first," I emphasized. "However, blood will be shed tonight. Only it'll be from useless pawns."

"That can be arranged," Saint announced. "Any type of bloodshed would be a bonus after the chaotic craziness yesterday delivered and this morning has awakened."

"We need to figure out how they found the safe house," Jayce added, and I knew he was pissed off now. "Had to be through our connection."

"Don't bother," Onyx answered. "I know who did it."

"Color me intrigued." My wolf decided to speak, and only further piqued my interest with this new information.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Crazy bitch has been doing her own little investigation for other reasons."

"Crazy bitch?" Saint inquired.

"Aurelia," I answered, already picking up on the title Onyx used to describe Willow's powerful best friend, the witch hybrid. Her energy was probably the most unique I'd seen, outside of Willow's.

It would be unnoticeable when she entered a room, but when she wanted to be known, the world would light up with neon greens and blues, the colors intertwining into an immaculate shade of yellow that blended it all together.

"Meaning she was investigating us?" Jayce suggested.

"In the beginning, yes. This investigation started when your pack entered with the other pack. However, when things got messy with Germany in particular, Aurelia wanted to find out more. It all leads back to your old base."

"So, Garfield," Saint concluded.

"That wasn't Garfield," Onyx announced. "The one in the video? That was his brother."

"Hold the fuck up," Saint commented. "Garfield does not have a brother."

"Certainly does," Onyx argued. "A twin, at that. Was going to bring it up after our run, but we all know how downhill that went."

"Could explain why he was rather weak at security when he was one of our best back in Cali," I noted.

"Which brings up a question," Onyx stated and I sensed he was looking directly at me. "How did you manage to own this much land in NYC under Roberto's watch? He may be a shithead in the realms of business, but he's a strong Alpha when he wishes to move his short ass."

"I'll answer that when we get upstairs," I replied as the car came to a stop.

It's showtime.

The others knew that it was time to wear our masks of power and get to our final destination before casually speaking once more. My drivers were sworn to keep everything spoken within these walls private or they would be my next painting project, but they didn't know I'd gotten them spelled the last time I'd taken a short visit to NYC to ensure things were running smoothly.

The doors were opened by the multiple men in