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“Guess we’ll see you soon,” Malcom said.
“Be careful,” I warned.
He pulled me in for a quick embrace. “You too.”
I watched as Malcom and Star drove away. “You think we can really pull this off?”
“We don’t have much of a choice,” Spencer said. “Come on. We might as well get it over with.”
The house looked even bigger as we approached. I thought I’d be nervous, but the closer we got, the less worried I was. At least for myself. My goals had changed and I was far more concerned about Malcom and Star than I was for myself.
I wanted to help Spencer do this, but I was more interested in moving on from here. I had big plans and this was a step I needed to take. With a goal of liberating Wolf Creek rather than taking over, I was going to need the support of powerful wolves more than ever. I didn’t know how to break the barrier, but I figured Star did. If she didn’t have the skills, Spencer would probably be able to help. Assuming he came out of tonight alive.
I was finally starting to see how it was all connected. There was a reason I was doing all this. In all the years of wondering why I’d suffered so much, I was finally finding purpose. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it’s okay that I had to go through hell, but I was going to wear my past like a badge of honor. No more fear.
Chin held high, I followed Spencer past an eight-car garage. A secondary driveway was lined with a dozen cars. Shifters in tuxedos were leaning against the cars, smoking cigarettes as they conversed. None of them noticed us. And if they did, they didn’t care. I got the feeling these weren’t guests. Drivers, maybe?
We continued around the side of the building and stopped at a door that probably led to one of the many garages. Spencer peeked in the window, his body tensed. I held my breath, worried I was going to give us away if I made any sound. Spencer’s shoulders eased, and he turned the handle. To my surprise, the door opened easily.
“Seriously?” I whispered. “No locks?”
“You underestimate my brother’s hubris. And his ability to monitor every inch of this place,” he said.
“I guess that works to our advantage,” I said.
“Come on.” Spencer walked through the door and I followed. We were in the massive garage, complete with a collection of cars that was impressive even to someone who knew nothing about cars. Several sports cars, a few huge SUVs, and even a limousine. It was excessive even for a house of this scale. Who would have time to drive all these?
“You sure you’re not doing this for the perks?” I teased, gesturing to the cars.
“Those were brought here from other places. My dad was really into cars. Something he and my brother had in common,” Spencer said.
“Not you?” I was surprised.
Spencer looked around, then pointed to a bay at the back. “Those were mine.” Six motorcycles, all covered in bags, sat abandoned and neglected.
“Daredevil type,” I said. “Good to see your death wish extends beyond challenging the king. Way to stay on brand.”
He chuckled. “No more dangerous than the way my brother drives.”
We crept between the vehicles, toward an indescript back corner. Spencer began to run his fingers over the wall and I caught sight of a seam. This wasn’t a solid wall. It was one of the passages he’d told me about. After a few more movements of his hands, Spencer must have found what he was looking for. The wall slid aside, revealing a passageway.
Now, I was feeling the nerves. We were a step closer to the reason we were here. So far, it had been creeping around. Now, it was getting far more real.
The tunnel beyond was pitch black. I took a deep breath as I followed Spencer inside. The door closed behind us. There was no turning back now.
Hands extended in front of me, I inched forward, listening to Spencer’s near silent footfalls. My eyes adjusted a little, but it didn’t help much. I still couldn’t see my hands in front of me.
“You sure you know where you’re going?” I asked. “Didn’t you say you only visited this place once?”
“You’re fine, deep breaths,” he said.
I rolled my eyes despite the fact that he couldn’t see my frustration. The longer we walked, the more it felt like the walls were closing in around me. Which was possible since I couldn’t actually see the walls.
There was no way of knowing if Spencer was directly in front of me or if he’d taken off at a run. My only guide was that I could still hear him. As that thought flickered inside me, I realized that wasn’t entirely true. I could feel him.
Much the same way I could connect with my friends’ emotions, I could feel Spencer’s. They were tangled with my own thoughts, so I didn’t notice at first. A mixture of excitement, fear, and a hint of doubt.
I really, really hoped the doubt was coming from me and not from him. We were all counting on him to pull this off. “Do you think Malcom is okay?”
