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"Show off,"my wolf huffed.
It only made me smirk as I exited my designated room to walk down the hall. I could sense right away that Neo, Saint, and Onyx weren't around. I wasn't as strong in feeling auras as Dimitris and Neo, but it was enough to know whether I was in a place solo, or if intruders were hiding in all the right places.
Either Saint was helping Neo or off partying to gain information. As for Onyx, I could only assume he was working on something behind the scenes that was in Willow's favor.
He'd mentioned Roberto was in the hospital or some private medical institute that he assumed was connected to royalty because of its connection with Albert.
I had to admit that if this Albert man was working with the royals of Pink Moon Pack, they were flawless at hiding their tracks. Every wolf knew about the Pink Moon Pack, and yet it was something you'd rank a folktale because no one ever met someone from their reign of royalty.
Their movement was untraceable, and to learn anything more about their heritage was like trying to find a needle in a field of haystacks - while dealing with a snowstorm and the ground being of lava, while there were whiplashing winds that were close to tornado category.
From what we did know, they clearly had connections to some sort of fae who could easily wipe out memories, or, in Viktor's case, seal them until a word or instance triggered their prompt return.
Looking into that side of the spectrum was going to take some time. It felt like we had far too much on our plates and not enough hours in the day to focus on half of them.
Guess we have to go with the flow.
Turning the corner of the long hallway, I noticed Viktor leaning against the wall next to Willow's door, his eyes focused on whatever was out the window while his arms were crossed over his chest.
His expression was hard to read, one of wonder with a bit of worry. I wondered what he was thinking about, or more importantly, what was he remembering from the past he had forgotten?
I hadn't slowed my steps because I could guarantee Viktor sensed me the moment I entered the hallway. He didn't acknowledge me with his attention until I was three steps away, his eyes meeting mine as he looked away from the starry sky.
It would be sunrise in fifteen minutes, and I could guarantee none of us had slept. Maybe we were all waiting to make sure Willow was okay before we went to bed with peace of mind.
She'd performed brilliantly tonight, and thanks to winning both challenges, she was officially our Beta in the pack. The run had been more eventful than expected, but that also seemed to spark a bit of worry as well.
"How's Willow?" I inquired upon arriving in front of Viktor.
"Couldn't sleep without checking yourself?" Viktor tossed back.
"Nope," I answered earnestly, feeling that if I didn't, he wouldn’t give me the chance to even peek in Willow's room. "None of us have, if you've noticed."
"I have," he assured me. "You all should rest, especially Dimitris. I may be underestimating his potential, but any Alpha would be rather drained from an awakening of one of their own."
"Does Roberto get tired whenever he accepts a member?" It was a random question, but I actually was curious.
"Normally no," he replied. He seemed far more relaxed than his normally protective seriousness. This was the most we'd seen of Viktor, to be frank, but it made sense with Willow living with us now. "However, it depends on the rank of Alpha joining. Common wolves, like submissives, don't do anything to him. In fact, they're drained for days when they join because of the heavy intensity that revolves around the pack and Roberto's energy. Only Alphas and ex-Omegas do a dig at him."
"Do you have an update on how he's doing?" I inquired.
"He's stable for now," Viktor replied. "He should be fine in a few days."
The buzz of his phone went off, and we looked to his pocket as the light from his phone shone against the black fabric of his borrowed sweatpants.
Since Willow had decided to happily send him into the lake, it’d ruined whatever clothes he'd reserved for his shift back. There was something about water that ruined the spell that helped us shift back with clothes, and that error was what had fucked Viktor’s chosen wardrobe, but we were able to snag him some sweats and a black t-shirt.
Pulling out the device, he stared at the screen and frowned.
"Have to take it?"
"Sadly."
"But not here?" I suggested, noticing his conflict.
"I’d rather do it completely privately. The walls can have ears," he tossed out, which told me he was trusting that any information bouncing against these hollow walls could potentially reach any of the guards that were around the mansion or outside guarding for the night.
"I'll check on Willow. I won't go anywhere until you get back."
