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Griffin’s wearing all of his normal earrings—three in the left ear and one in the top of his right ear—but has a new bangle on his wrist. His baby blue eyes rake over me, his thick, long eyelashes blinking slowly as he takes me in.
There’s a wary energy to this interaction and it has my wolf on edge. It’s not going to be the happy reunion we prayed for, even whilst knowing that things aren’t good here.
Once we’re both out of the car, the driver pulls away, wasting absolutely no time in getting out of here.
I don’t blame him.
It’s definitely the smart move.
“What are you doing threatening me over Cevon?” Mal demands, spitting out his name like it’s poison.
The wolf within me cries for her mates, the ones I still haven’t fully bonded to, and it’s a sharp change from the last time we stood together.
My mind was my enemy. My wolf was the reason why. I struggled to hold on, I struggled to survive.
When you’re as ill as I was, death is the easy option.
When you’re recovering, survival is hard.
I’m in that stage. The I need to learn how to survive part, before I can move onto the final stage.
Cevon? He’s still needing to realise that he wants to live. He’s got a longer journey than me.
But I think I can help him.
I think my mates can help him.
“Okay, so, clearly there’s some unresolved feelings here,” Devoss says, stepping closer to me. “But, personally, I don’t give a fuck.”
I grin and drop Cevon’s hand, ignoring the low whine from his lion.
Voss smirks at me, and that’s all the encouragement I need to run into his arms. He grabs me, lifting me into him, and I wrap my legs around his waist, burying my head into his neck. I inhale his earthy scent and tighten my grip.
I don’t love the smell, it’s not one of his best, but being in his arms more than makes up for it.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
We both utter the words at the same time, causing me to laugh.
He grips the back of my neck and presses my lips to his. It’s a very intense kiss, and the pressure from my wolf to bond is hard to ignore.
At least for me. Because I now want the same thing.
I’m ready.
Our moment passes when Voss pulls back, and he gives more assurances about how much he’s missed me, the bond between us thrumming silently. With a nod directed over my head towards Cevon, Voss gently places me on the ground.
“Nora, you have one minute to get away from my brother before I let Mal loose,” Atticus says, and his harsh tone causes me to flinch.
Atticus rarely talks to me in that tone, and only when he’s extremely up a height.
I suppose this situation qualifies.
Cevon has moved closer to Voss and I, unable to be parted from my side in this current situation.
“That wasn’t the deal,” Cevon says, shaking his head. His tone is cocky, his words pointed and laced with venom, and his face? Deliberately blank. “But then again, you’ve never been a man of your word, have you?”
Atticus roars, his eyes fully amber, and I sigh as I turn to Micah next.
