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"Some hard whisky would be nice," Viktor grumbled.
"When did you get back?" Aurelia asked.
"Thirty minutes ago, and before you ask, yes, I'm the one who jumped out of a plane."
We all looked at him with wide eyes, before I bravely asked, "So...aren't you worried they're going to announce that on the news?"
"I didn't use my real name," he stated like that was obvious. "Can we go already? I don't have the patience."
"How are we getting out?"
"I can teleport you, but it'll need to go through Viktor. He's not necessarily connected to your pack so if they try and investigate you guys, the trail will end cold."
"Got it."
We gathered around Viktor, who remained in the middle of our circle. Neo was still holding Willow in his arms.
We were ready, but I had to make a statement.
"Aurelia?"
"What, Saint?" she huffed, clearly nervous at the idea of being caught helping us.
I turned my head enough to see her golden orbs.
"Do not trust the Coven." My voice was as deadly as the darkness that had controlled me minutes earlier. "They don't accept you in the position you're in, and it’s only a matter of time before they try to take you out. Understood?"
She seemed shocked by my words, but she couldn't hide the slight sadness that trickled into her magical orbs as she slowly nodded.
"I understand, Saint. Thanks for the warning."
She began to do her thing, her magic gathering around her body as her hair began to levitate. I returned my attention to the others, but my thoughts were already roaming - replaying everything that just happened.
Lifting my left hand, I stared down at it to admire the fascinating design while my body thrummed with excitement as I felt the new connection that was obviously different from the pack bond.
"This is supposed to be impossible."My wolf quietly stated the obvious, and it was clear he was just as astonished as I internally felt.
He was right; this wasn't supposed to happen. I once had a mate...a beautiful human who was too naive to see she was being used against me.
The reminder still pierced my heart with regret, but I licked my lips.
Mother Moon is giving me a second chance. I can't go eating my mate a second time.
19
Branding, Invitation, And Police Problems: Part One
~WILLOW~
"If this is going to involve a long tale where you saved the world from the darkness and were reincarnated into a holy being the church worships, you're going to have to book a damn appointment because I'm fucking late!"
I rushed out of the washroom to my wardrobe to pull out a black blouse. Taking it off the hanger and getting my arms into the sleeves, I turned around and bumped right into Saint's muscular chest.
He hooked an arm around my waist to stop me from falling, and before he could further our going-nowhere conversation, I placed my hand upon his mouth.
"Not another word!" He stared at me with those bright blue eyes of his, while his long locks messily fell to the sides of his face. This specific move felt a little familiar to me, but I'd never done this to Saint before.
"You realize I can speak through this method now, right?"
