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“We should head out first thing in the morning,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on the top of her head before he eases away.
“Arsenio and I will work out our next steps with the Langleys while you’re gone and fill you in when you return,” Everett says, breaking through their moment. His voice is a deep rumble as he sits back in his chair. “Our intelligence is keeping an eye out, but we won’t have much time before they regroup.”
“We’ll be back by night then,” Skylar says, her lips drawing into a thin line as her eyes light with determination.
Everett’s brow wrinkles in confusion as he stares back at her, and I notice Zeke cocks his head quizzically as well.
“Finding my father’s killer is important, but I can’t let that come before the safety of my pack,” she declares, squaring her shoulders.
“I promise you every resource I have to find Godric’s killer,” Everett agrees. “We’ll find them, and we’ll take care of the bears, little wolf.”
The determination in his eyes matches hers, the frosty blue icing over into immovable glaciers.
Their eyes lock, a moment passing between them as their words solidify into promises. I have no doubt the two could do anything if they put their minds to it. Which is why I stay silent, my own plan forming in my mind already.
I’m coming along on that road trip tomorrow, whether they like it or not. The answer would be a resounding no if I asked, which is why I’m going to stow away in Zeke’s armored G-wagon long before any of them even wake up.
Chapter Seven
Skylar
Acoolbreezefiltersin through the open window bringing the scent of fresh grass to tickle my nose as trees flicker by, splitting the sun’s rays that are only just rising above the horizon. The engine rumbles in a slow, peaceful hum, mirroring the soft moan slipping from my lips. I soak in every second I can, knowing the thick smog of the city will fill my senses soon enough. The Opal Moon in New York was my reprieve from having to face reality. I made it my home when I felt like I had no other. But now that I’m back with my pack, now that I’ve found my mates, I can’t help the way my stomach sinks at the thought of returning to the city that used to be home.
It feels like a different life. Has it really only been a few weeks since I returned?
“Penny for your thoughts?” Zeke murmurs. His fingers trail up the inside of my thigh, eliciting a shiver of desire up my spine. Even through the thick material of my leather pants, his touch feels electric.
“I was just thinking about how much has changed.” I sigh. “It’s really only been a few weeks since I left, and I feel like I’m a completely different person now.”
When I left, clouds hovered over me. The only thing on my mind was the grief and guilt of my father being killed hours after visiting me. But now, with the help of my mates, my friends, and my pack, beams of light seem to be breaking through, showing me how truly beautiful life can be.
My stomach does a somersault as I rest my hand on his, my pulse ratcheting at the small contact. This level of familiarity is something I’ve had with very few people, so it’s still a little terrifying each time I touch him tenderly and how right it feels.
“I know so much has happened in the last few days, but I want you to let me know if anything is still on your mind,” Zeke says, his grey eyes flickering with light as they bore into me. The look is brief, but it more than conveys his sincerity before he focuses back on the road. “The betrayal you felt isn’t something you can just turn on and off. I know that. So if you need more time, I’ll wait for you. Even if it takes a lifetime.”
He rubs his thumb over the back of my hand, the touch comforting, yet I can’t help the desire that pools in my core. So many people have helped me work through my grief, but Zeke has been there since day one. Everett and I are two immovable forces, both of us stubborn, both of us waiting for the other to fold first, but Zeke was never going to let me walk away.
My memories flash to that first moment I met him, the dread that sunk in my gut at the realization I’d found another mate, and he too was an alpha in a rival pack. Despite the connection that sparked, that still thrums between us with a renewed warmth, I was about to turn my back on that out of fear. He stopped me though, his stormy eyes flashing with bolts of lightning as he cut me off.
My body craves his touch, craves the pleasure I know he can bring me, and after everything we just went through, I know we both need more. We need to feel our bodies come together, our control slipping as we both come apart. My wolf hums in approval, rising to the surface in her desire to claim her mate.
He is mine just as much as I am his, our bond unbreakable. The silver scars warm, reminding me of the pledge we made to each other. There’s no going back now. Not that I would ever want to.
I push the emotions rushing through the bond, letting him feel exactly what I want to do to him. The car jerks to the side slightly, his fingers gripping mine tightly as he steadies on the road.
“Skylar,” he says, my name like a plea and a prayer on his tongue. “Don’t tease me like that.”
“Not teasing.”
My voice is full of the hunger emanating through my limbs. I need to feel him against me, have his heart beat against mine to reassure myself that he’s still mine. He didn’t know, and he didn’t kill my father.
I reach for his zipper, my other hand clasping his as he attempts to stop me.
“You’re going to be the death of me, babe,” he groans, his cock already hard and bulging against his jeans. I ease the zipper down, suppressing a moan as I run my fingers over his length.
“Then pull over,” I say, not caring if he does or not. I trust him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his breaths coming in ragged pants already, and I’ve barely even touched him.
