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I decided it would be better to wash up, or this mist would seep into my room, the hallway, and alert everyone else, and I didn't want to deal with explaining that.
We’d dealt with enough of that in the old safe house.
The poor security guards didn't know I was an Inferno Wolf. Just like they knew nothing about the rest of us and the type of unique magic we carried. It was probably because we rarely used those traits we hid perfectly - aside from Saint, who used his light magic on the regular.
Our enemies knew of his healing traits but surely didn't know the other qualities he hid beneath that innocent smile and goodwill to donate to the world, including saving hungry children in third world countries and his constant donations to the church.
No one would guess how important he was in the dark realms of the mafia, and I surely didn't know enough to confirm how much blood cloaked his hands.
Prayerful peacemaker on the surface, he was a crowned devil in the depths of the underground.
It wasn’t like I could talk much. I had my own secrets that had burned with my mate. I had to get used to saying ex-mate because that was what she was, seeing as she broke the bond before her demise.
She may have known who I was, but she didn't know what I was.
How demonically dangerous a being like myself could be if I let these flames rage on to that level.
It was easy to act innocent and shocked at the news of who Neo really was, but deep down, I wasn't surprised. I'd sensed his royalty here and there, but who was I to question his past? We were all close with this purpose of domination, but I wouldn't ask him to reveal all the royal skeletons he hid in the closet.
Just like I wouldn't want him to start snooping in mine.
The thought had me smiling as I decided to clean up. I was finished and patting myself dry when my wolf decided to make conversation.
"One of these days you're going to lose yourself to those flames."
Probably.
"Willow wouldn't like that."
He had a point. I wondered what would happen if she knew what I was? Who I was?
She’d taken Neo's revelation rather well, but then again, she probably hadn't had the time to process any of it. From death to life, battle to shelter, she was proving herself in front of the world, and dealing with meetings that determined our worth in this society.
After all of that, she still had the energy after a nap to go out for her first run with us.
I was sure she was beyond drained, but what worried me more was the constant shit she’d had to deal with since awakening. Once awakened, a wolf needed time to process their change, and thus far, all Willow had gotten was naps followed with long hours of dealing with shit.
The more I thought about it, the more worried I became. This could have been yet another tactic our hidden enemy and the apparent vile witch was plotting.
Push Willow to her limit until she collapsed.
"Your worry for Willow is valid."My wolf had caught onto my thoughts.“You should check on her."
He had a good point. She may be mid fucking Onyx or Neo with their new mate bonds in place, but at least I'd be able to confirm she was alive and breathing.
I was grateful for what she did in the clearing. I could safely assume Dimitris knew what was happening, but the others thought what she did was in an attempt to cloud my sight and get the advantage.
Our Blossoming Flower.
She'd asked for her nickname to be changed from Wilting Flower, but it was a little hard to ignore that I liked both options available. To tease her, I was positive we'd still keep Wilting Flower around, but in those moments of seriousness, she was indeed blossoming into something spectacular.
Into someone the world would have no choice but to acknowledge and bow down to.
That was our underlying desire. For those to acknowledge our Forbidden traits and bow down in trembling fear. Each of us had a quality that would be considered forbidden to exist, but if it was kept a secret within the shadows, there would be no way of proving what we hid in the dark.
Besides, when had any of us had a problem with breaking the rules that fought to cage us?
Slipping on some black sweats, I ran my hands through my hair, their wet strands drying in a few strokes.
