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“Why the fuck not?”
The arm Elliot held him pinned with pushed a little harder. His cousin looked down one side of the path, then the other, where the two buildings touched.
Ensuring he wasn’t overheard, he leaned closer and whispered. “We’re going to take the pack.”
His words were deliberate and low, and it took Callum a moment to realize exactly what his cousin was saying. Staring hard, he considered what Elliot said before asking for clarification. “What do you mean?”
“Thatcher’s days are limited. And the less people who know that, the safer it is for us.”
He ran this tongue over his lips. “Why now? You’ve constantly told me that wasn’t a possibility, that his followers outnumber you.”
After another glance to the opening of the alley, he said, “There’s a Sovereign in our pack.”
Frowning, he stared, but there were no signs of humor on his cousin’s face. Yet, it had to be a joke.
He burst out laughing. Callum couldn’t help it. His emotions were high, and laughter gave him an outlet.
“I’m serious.”
“Yah, right. Some mythical being with superhuman powers?”
Elliot slapped a hand over Callum’s mouth and growled, “I’ve seen him.”
Callum glowered as understanding dawned. If Elliot was telling the truth, this could be huge.
Sovereigns were so rare no one actually believed they existed. Elders would tell stories of them, but that was all they were—stories—tall tales to excite young shifters. Legends about shifters so powerful they could halt anyone in their path: humans, shifters, and alphas alike. They were fairytales that said Sovereigns had the ability to control other people’s actions, to influence their bodies--they basically had mind control powers.
They were fictitious.
But if there really was one, and in this pack, what did that mean? Who was it? And how powerful were they?
More importantly, could they kill Thatcher and control the fallout from his demise?
“Side with us.” Elliot’s words pulled him from his thoughts. “Stay quiet, stay docile, and when the time is right, fight with us and then you’ll be free to leave and never have to worry about Thatcher sending goons after you and Vivian. She can have the life you want. Be free to do whatever she chooses. You’ll both be happy, and more importantly, alive.”
Elliot released his hold on Callum, putting a bit of space between them.
He swallowed. The words were simple. Stay and fight. But it was convoluted. Dangerous. Deadly. Bloody.
“Right now, Thatcher isn’t above hurting Vivian to hurt you. Or hurting you, to get to me.”
He searched his cousin’s face.
Be strong. Do the right thing.
“So what do I do now?” Callum asked.
“We get you a cabin. We help you keep Vivian away from Norman. We keep you safe. And we all stay silent.”
“Mouth shut, head down.” The words didn’t feel as foreign as he thought they would. Not now.
Elliot nodded. “And when the time is right, we take that fucker out.”
For a moment Callum paced, but his movements were slower than before. No longer frantic, now, they were deliberate, a glimmer of hope and excitement fueling each step.
“So,” Elliot asked, leisurely, “you in?”
He ran his hands over his face and took a deep breath before glancing over his shoulder at his cousin. “Yeah. I’m fucking in.”
