Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,67

was a good question that I'd ask Pierce when we caught up with him.

I'd decide when I got there if it would happen before or after I ripped off his dick and stuffed it down his throat.

"Where is he going? Who are the nephilim?" Knox was already on his feet, reaching for his knife holster.

"Intel says it's a single family living in a picturesque cabin by a lake in northern Idaho. You'll need to leave now to get there. I already contacted Badger, and we don't have a rider within six hundred miles."

"Understood. Thanks, Camel." Knox lifted his finger like he wasn't quite finished. "Did that guy give you trouble during the interrogation?" Knox had also observed the state of the clearly dead heap in the background, the former Portal servant tasked with snatching the next group of nephilim.

"None at all, sang like a canary," Camel replied. He blinked, and then, "Why do you ask?"

Knox jerked his head in farewell, cutting the call without answering. "None of you will ever be alone with that guy," he announced to the pack.

Jazz smiled from his seat in the rolling chair next to his mate's, but his amusement was short-lived. "So this means…"

"That you stay home, love," Knox replied, not unkindly. "I won't bring my nephilim omega to a mission where the targets are on a mission killing nephilim. There's no strategic reason."

I didn't want to leave Quinlan, but I couldn't sit back on another mission. We knew where the danger was, for the most part, and Faust would stay with Dog. If we were gone for more than a night, the pack would sleep together in the panic room.

Quinlan grabbed hold of my index finger and pulled my hand into his lap, looking down at where we held on to each other. "I know you have to go. And I know why I can't go even though my help would be totally beneficial—"

"Mine as well," Sitka shouted, unhappy about staying home. He crossed his arms over his baby, using his son like a shield to separate him from his alphas.

The twins gave each other a look and then came in from opposite angles, trapping Sitka with their lips on either side of his face. "Don't be mad, hotness," Huntley said between kisses. "I know deep down you understand."

"Hmph." Sitka still frowned but had made no move away from either of his mates.

"Claus, you'll go, right?" Quinlan turned to face his half-brother, working his bottom lip overtime. As he'd warned us, Claus grew stronger as more time passed. He could manipulate his appearance and, for some reason I couldn't understand, wanted to look like a hipster Paul Bunyan. "You'll go, though. Right, Claus? Brother?"

"You point that charm somewhere else, demonling," Claus grouched, waiting a beat before sighing loudly. "Yes, fine, I'll go and protect your poor, widdle alf—"

I growled sharply. "Watch it."

It was the type of day too pretty for anything bad to happen. Puffy, white clouds lazily glided through a bright blue sky. Between a mountain and a lake, the position made me twitch, but nothing could keep that mirror-glazed lake from being gorgeous.

Fucking awesome. I got my mate back, and now I was spewing poetry.

Pretty day or not, five miles ahead, a cabin of nephilim unknowingly waited in Portal's crosshairs.

Each of us—minus Claus, humming as he stuffed the candy he'd stolen from a gas station into his mouth as quickly as he could unwrap it—checked over our equipment, making sure if anything went wrong, it wasn't something that could've been easily avoided.

The Walkers and the council knew of our mission and were on standby, ready to provide more assistance if it was needed, but ultimately, we were the ones best trained for the job.

Knox slowed to turn right off the highway onto a road that wound around the lake.

I could see a family of nephilim living in a place like this. There hadn't been information on whether the nephilim were a found family or blood-related, but I was relying on the mates to get that information at some point.

Knox curved the vehicle around the last turn, and a sprawling log cabin appeared in front of us. The windows—of which there were many—reflected the day's sun, lighting the cabin with an ethereal glow. The home stood behind a ten-foot, wrought-iron security fence on three sides, with a long dock and lake making up the fourth. There were cameras at the mechanical gate and an intercom with a single button. The buzzing in