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She cut the thought off, her lungs burning at the mere prospect of it.
Even as she told herself not to think about what could happen, corners of her mind conjured up and fixated on worst case scenarios. None of which helped calm her cat.
Biting at her lips, Quinley put a hand to her fluttering stomach. He’d be fine. He would. The universe wasn’t so cruel as to hand her such a mate and then snatch him away in a matter of weeks.
A floorboard creaked.
Quinley started. Held her breath. Went unnaturally still.
She heard it again. Another creak. The stairs. Someone was on the stairs.
A chill raced down her spine, and her cat nervously jumped to her feet.
Her phone. She needed her phone. She quickly glanced around and then remembered that, shit, it was in the kitchen.
She didn’t really have time to make a call, though, anyway. Not if she meant to hide. So Quinley called to her cat and shifted.
His hands clenching on the steering wheel of the SUV, Luke sighed at the wolverine riding shotgun. “I’m just saying that aggressively invading the mines would not be the best way to go.”
“Why not?” demanded Isaak, who wouldn’t stop whining about the Alpha pair’s plan to conceal their presence from the pack as long as possible.
Tate had written off the wolverine’s protests before hoping into the other SUV with Havana, her bodyguards, and their mates. The rest of them were riding in this vehicle.
“Once they know we’re there, they’ll kill Raya and Lori if they haven’t already,” replied the Beta, a hint of impatience leaking into his voice.
Isaak’s brows met in confusion. “Who?”
“Quinley’s sister and her mate,” Blair reminded him from her seat behind Luke.
“Our aim is to rescue them, not put them at risk,” Luke said to him. “So rather than charge into the mines like Viking marauders, we need to do as Tate ordered and move quietly. It’s best we pick off their numbers one by one.”
Isaak peeled back his upper lip. “Such a hideous plan.”
“You mean tedious,” Dimitri remarked, sitting beside Isaiah in the rear passenger row.
Isaak twisted his head to peek at his brother. “Is that not same?”
Dimitri pursed his lips. “Well, yes.”
Isaiah exhaled heavily, feeling sorry for whatever females mated these crazy fuckers. “Tedious or not, stealth is what we need here.”
Dimitri huffed. “Fine. My brothers and I will lead,” he declared with the authority of an Alpha.
“You really expect Tate to agree to that?” asked Luke, catching the wolverine’s eye in the rearview mirror. “Because he won’t.”
Dimitri sighed. “Why must you argue? Always you cats want to argue.”
Luke’s face scrunched up. “That’s you.”
“It is best we lead,” Sergei maintained from Dimitri’s other side.
“Why?” Isaiah challenged.
Sergei shrugged. “It just is.”
Dimitri exchanged an exasperated look with Sergei. “Always they want to argue.”
Isaiah stilled as an echo of fear skittered down the partial imprint bond, sharp and cold. A buzz of adrenaline came next, rapidly followed by a sense of “fight or flight.”
