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Unfortunately, it’s not enough.
“Aye. You deserve a pint,” Marrok says, wrapping his arm around Olivia.
“Could you grab me one?” I ask as I glimpse Caden storming in my direction.
Olivia gives me an empathetic stare as she and her mate head to the bar.
“Is Shock coming or not?” Caden demands, lunging in my face. “You said he would be here.”
“I said I asked him to come. I can never guarantee what he’ll do.”
Lucan’s younger brother huffs like he’s hanging onto his temper by the thinnest of threads. “Has the fuckwit answered any of your summons?”
“No.” Not since before he appeared shoulder-to-shoulder with Mathias in the tunnel…then returned the diary to Olivia.
“Goddamn it! I left behind a job and a life in Texas—”
“I’m well aware.”
The more Lucan’s condition worsens, the more agitated Caden becomes. I understand his worry, and it hardly helps that he’s approaching thirty…and all the change that comes with it.
“Have you tried to find Shock yourself? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m preparing for a bloody war,” I snap. Then I sigh. “Sorry.”
The coming conflict is precisely why I’m here. I want a word with the Wolvsey twins. I need more wizards willing to join my resistance.
Sabelle keeps insisting they’re fukbois not fighters, but if I could convince them to channel that passion into battle…
Ronan and Raiden are young, able-bodied, and not politically connected. Since the Council refuses to prepare for a possible Anarki return, I have to gather an army under their noses. Keeping the Doomsday Brethren under wraps will be impossible if I’m forced to recruit wizards like Tynan O’Shea, whose grandfather is a fellow Council member.
Currently, he’s staring into his mug at the far end of the bar, looking lost. Or grieving his mate-to-be.
Auropha MacKinnett’s awful death at Mathias’s hands not only ushered in this dangerous new era but changed Tynan’s life forever.
Caden closes his eyes. “No, I’m sorry. Lucan is my family. My responsibility. I’m just worried—”
“We all are. Lucan is the brother I’ve never had. I wish I could do more.”
“I know.” He hesitates, his stare passing over the others as if he realizes the weight of my responsibility is almost bigger than one man can bear. “Since Shock didn’t come and I don’t feel much like celebrating, I think I’ll head out and continue the search for Anka.”
He deserves an evening off after all the bloody-hard training, but I respect his priorities. “Of course. We start in the morning at dawn.”
Caden rolls his eyes. “Because our drill sergeant is a Dark Ages taskmaster.”
“That he is.”
“Thanks.” With that, Lucan’s brother turns away with an involuntary shudder.
As he reaches the pub’s entrance, the door swings open. New patrons—and the November chill—sweep in. And he’s sweating. I know what that means. I know the signs.
His transition is coming…whether he wants it or not.
The door has hardly shut again when Sabelle enters with a gust of wind, her hair tousled and her cheeks pink. Predictably, every male head in the pub turns her way, except Ronan who’s still far too fixated on Kari to care.
Raiden immediately saunters in her direction, charming smile in place…until he catches sight of me.
“Wolvsey—”
With a shake of his head, he backs away and focuses the infamous Wolvsey charisma on a nearby human with fat, dark curls and great tits. He barely says more than hello before he cajoles her out the back door.
