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“Yes, Willow?” It felt weird not looking at her, but I turned my head enough so she knew she had my full attention.
“There was a lot of information he gave us,” she voiced. “This McClair guy. Is he normally accurate in his predictions?”
“One-hundred percent,” I calmly responded. “He’s never been wrong. He even predicted that we’d meet someone who was beyond our league and female. None of us believed it would come true, but it wasn’t long after that we had our first interaction with you.”
“Intriguing,” she muttered.
“McClair has predicted multiple natural disasters, presidencies, and life-changing events that will affect very big populations across the world. Most importantly, he doesn’t force or focus on a specific area of anyone’s life. His visions are based on his brief observation of the entities in the room and he answers to what strongly screams to him which in this case was probably your aura.”
“Interesting.”
I disliked how quiet she suddenly was - enough for me to get off the bike just so I could reach out and lift her face guard so I could get a sight of her energy that swarmed around those eyes of hers in my dark paradise.
“You don’t like the truth that came out from his foresight,” I summed up.
“It’s not like I don’t like the truth,” she admitted. “It just…”
“Confirms what you need to do in this dilemma,” I concluded.
All she could do was nod before she sighed. “At the end of the day, he’s right.”
“About?” I couldn’t help but ask for clarification.
“My pack comes first,” she vowed and fuck, it ignited butterflies that fluttered through my stomach as her bold statement literally kindled goosebumps up my arms.
“Your confidence in us is making me hard, Willow,” I reasoned.
“Well, we best get to the studio and scarf down that pizza and whatever else you ordered so we can have time to get a bit frisky before painting.”
Before painting. She wasn’t even concerned about fucking in front of our prey.
She’s a keeper. Ours.
“Your wish is my command, Sweetness,” I assured her before getting back on the bike. After glancing down to make sure she was securely holding me, I focused on the dash to make sure everything was on point. I’d be going way past the speed limit so I had to make sure she’d be as safe as she could be.
“Why is everyone so afraid of Saint?” she asked after I started the engine. “Like he’s Lucifer and ready to claim everyone’s soul for fun.
“Saint is scary,” I acknowledged. “It’s just that he projects himself as nice and doesn’t like sharing his true form unless it’s to prove a point.”
“Hmm. He seems nice to me,” she concluded and was comfortably resting against me.
“You can keep living in your dream fantasy free of charge, Sweetness,” I suggested to her, though I did agree that Saint was genuinely nice most of the time. You really had to tick him off in order to see that other side of Saint that everyone tried to avoid for their own sanity.
“Ready to continue this initiation?”
“Only if you promise Dimitris won’t kill any of you,” she offered, obviously protective of us.
“I can’t promise that, my sweet.” I was far too amused by the idea of Dimitris not getting mad. “I’m technically taking his Alpha role from him and giving you initiation. I think Nico is going to have to bail me out of this one if I want to avoid Dimitris's deadly wrath.”
“I’ll get Onyx as backup,” she reasoned.
“Sounds like a reasonable line of defense,” I assured her and revved up the engine as I gripped the handles of the bike. “Ready, Sweetness? You don’t want our pizza to get cold.”
“More than ready,” she answered. “Let’s ride, mate.”
Her encouragement made me relax further as I began to drive out of the alleyway and into the rather quiet streets before merging onto the freeway. It wouldn’t take long to get to the studio, and I was suddenly excited like a little boy about to feast on cake because I was finally going to scratch that itch that had been bothering me.
I’d shed a little blood and get the answers we deserve.
