Questions tumble around and around in my head, but I know I won’t be able to voice a single one.
Instead, I give a stiff, reverent nod and pivot on my heel. I need to get the fuck out of here and tell Ethan what I’ve learned. Soraya’s right.
This is only the beginning.
Somebody attacked the vampires and framed the shifters. In retaliation, the vampires posed as Hunters and attacked them. Add in the witches, and we’re looking at a supernatural war with no victors, only dead bodies.
“And Grayson!” Edward calls from behind me.
I stiffen, every muscle in my body locking tight, but don’t turn around.
“Make sure to come when you’re called. This war is only the beginning, and we need all of our soldiers at play.”
I don’t bother with a response. He knows I don’t have a choice.
As if on autopilot, I exit the ballroom and step into a hallway adorned in plush couches and chairs.
I was right.
Thisisa hotel.
Following signs to the lobby, I quicken my pace.
I need to talk to Ethan and Izzy and tell them?—
Two familiar figures catch my eye, and I freeze.
There, entering through a side entrance, is Kain, dressed in khakis and a plaid shirt as if he’s simply on vacation.
Standing beside him is Izzy’s wolf mate Ashton.
The men don’t notice me as Kain uses a keycard to swipe himself inside. I watch through the window as they head in the direction of the ballroom.
Rage crackles beneath my skin like currents of electricity. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to lunge forward and rip their heads straight from their shoulders. Last I heard, Kain was imprisoned by the shifters.
Why is he free?
And why the fuck is he withAshton?
I never trusted the prick, though I always assumed that feeling stemmed from jealousy.
However, I should’ve trusted my instincts from the very beginning. I never got warning signals from Ethan or any of the other shifters.
Ashton is up to something, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, it has something to do with Gracie.
If he hurts her…
I curl my hands into fists.
If he hurts her, no one will stop me from drinking him dry. Let’s see if a shifter can survive being completely drained of blood.
Thirty-Nine
IZZY
Iwake early the next morning with a singular focus—find Christian and bring him home.
A part of me wishes I could be a normal girl and think about my date last night…and my time with Emery following it. Or maybe remember the feel of Ethan’s and Grayson’s hands on my skin, their mouths devouring my own.
