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“I have returned,” Daphne announced. “Do you have a plan for us to access this compound where Baptiste is being held?”
Clive pointed to his screen. “I think I’ve found a weak spot where we can get in unnoticed.”
With that opening statement, they put their heads together to plan. Quickly, though. Time was running out, the moon would rise soon, and to make matters worse, once the sun set, the Mother and her extra help would be gone.
But that wouldn’t stop Daphne from saving her beast.
I’m coming for you. And woe to any who stood in her way.
Chapter 17
This disrespect won’t go unpunished. I will avenge you, my short-lived avatar.
Garou seemed to think Baptiste’s death a foregone conclusion, making it hard for him to keep any kind of hope. He’d spent hours lashed to the tree and while a few Pack members noticed, their loyalty—and fear—of his uncle meant they did nothing to free him. Attempts to talk sense into them failed. As did threats. Difficult to seem imposing when their supposed god couldn’t free himself.
I’m a wolf, not a wizard, grumbled Garou. I promise, if given a chance, they will pay. I will tear out their innards and slurp them like noodles.
While Baptiste appreciated the sentiment, he didn’t want people he’d known his whole life to be massacred just because they’d chosen to listen to the wrong man. His misguided uncle was to blame for this.
If you’d accepted the role they offered… Garou’s said slyly.
He’d have been trapped in a position he never wanted.
Uh-oh. Garou muttered.
“Now what?” he said aloud. Let the Pack hear him talking to Garou. If they thought him nuts, maybe they’d think twice about their actions.
Our favorite dryad is in Nexus.
Daphne had returned? How and why? Had she followed Circe here?
She’s here for us, dummy.
“How can you be so sure?”
Can’t you feel it?
“No.”
Because you’re back to stewing in self-pity. Pay attention.
He almost grumbled in reply, but instead took a steadying breath, then another, calming himself enough that he received a faint glimmer of emotions—anger and worry… about him. How was it he could feel Daphne’s concern for him?
His eyes shot open as the reason why hit him. “We’re mated!”
Ding. Ding. Ding. Give the dog a bone.
It must have been when they had sex, but… “I didn’t bite her.”
The biting is for appearance and to warn off other wolves. The true connection is at a whole different level.
“Wait a second, if I can sense her does that mean…”
She knows what you’re feeling. Or should I say despairing? Yet in spite of your self-pity, she’s determined to rescue you, which is really wolf-asculating by the way.
“She can’t come here!” Baptiste strained at the silver binding him, the burn of it barely noticeable in his newfound determination. “The whole Pack is about to converge on this clearing and the moon will rise soon.” They’d kill any intruder.
Too late.
