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“Things?” I ask, tilting my head.
“Security,” Atticus says with a soft smile.
“Um, I’m not sure if I overstepped—”
“Doubt it,” Mal says, cutting in.
“What’s wrong, little queen?” Atticus asks.
“David told me how Kennedy is wanting to take over the nearest pack,” I say, and Atticus nods. “He said that Kennedy thinks they’re abusing their pack.”
“We know,” Mal says gently. “We’re helping.”
“Okay, but David says there’s absolutely no evidence of the abuse at all,” I tell them.
Atticus frowns, and Orson snarls. “I fucking hate that wolf.”
“And, um, he’s got a few Beta’s running the pack.”
Atticus frowns even harder now, and Mal bursts out laughing.
“Fucking hell, he’s pathetic,” Mal says with a smirk. “Nora, baby, you were the best thing that ever could have happened to that pack, and now…” He shakes his head. “I’ve got about five get out of jail’s we can utilise with this information, and at least three of them will open him up to being sued.”
“Why are the Beta’s running the pack?” Orson asks, trailing his fingers down my neck and spine, and it’s soothing.
“David just said because Kennedy couldn’t,” I murmur. “I’m sorry I’ve caused all of this.”
“Even if we weren’t mates, Nora, we’d have been doing this regardless,” Orson replies, when Atticus doesn’t say a thing. “He came to us for help, remember? He did that before he even knew about you.”
I nod slowly, but it still seems false.
“Do you want to sit in here whilst we finish getting things sorted?” Orson asks.
I shake my head. “Fin’s on his way home. I might see if he wants to go out.”
“Out?” Atticus demands.
Now, this might be a distraction tactic since I can feel the rage simmering under Atticus’s skin, or it might be because I’ve been dropping hints for a month, but nobody has taken me up on it.
“George prescribed dates like six weeks ago, and that’s still not happened,” I say, standing from Orson’s lap. The bear smirks, helping steady me, knowing I’m laying down a gauntlet for them to pick up. “So, since I need to take things into my own hands… I’m going to go out with Griffin.”
Atticus and Malachi snarl, but Orson just grins.
“Problem?” I ask teasingly.
“You best make sure you eat,” Orson murmurs, squeezing my hip. “Have fun, little cub.”
Oh, that I will.
16
NORA
“Well, well, well,” Voss says, looking at me and Griffin as we get out of the car with a haughty look on his face.
“Did you have fun on your date?” he asks, spitting the word date at me like it’s a dirty word. I raise my eyebrows and nod my head slowly.
I did, actually. Griffin and I went to an art exhibit, which featured various mediums, and I loved that all the designs were done by pride members. Griffin and I had some fun attempting to figure out what the pieces were trying to depict, and he even bought a very bright picture for his parents. Knowing George, he’s going to love it.
