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Alaric turned to me. “Contact Silas. We’re going to need your mate.”
He was right. We were working at a disadvantage if the enemy knew more about us than we did them. We needed to fill in the gaps.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Myla was stubborn in her silence. Since the first day we met, she had been careful about what she said, giving us enough to paint a picture of where she was coming from without revealing too much information. She had slowly opened up, and we were content to let her do it at her own pace. She had reasons for hiding her past, but now, we needed to know everything she wasn’t telling us.
I contacted Silas and filled him in on the situation.
“We’ll talk to her,” he said. “She’ll give us the answers we need.”
“I know. It’s just . . .”
“Theron,” he finished.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I’m worried. After Elle, he was so close to going rogue. We almost lost him too. This is bound to trigger memories.”
“It might. But if it does, we’ll be there. And this time around, we’re anchored,” Silas said.
He was right; the grounding presence of our mate couldn’t erase his grief, but it would soothe the worst of his pain.
“I hope so. I’ll meet you in the Enforcer building,” I replied.
We finished the cleanup as night fell and stars blinked into existence overhead. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of my stomach. The wolves at our borders were just the beginning. The real threat lay waiting in the shadows, biding its time until the moment was right.
But we wouldn’t go down without a fight. Hidden Creek was our home, our sanctuary. And we would protect it at all costs, even if it meant facing the darkest parts of our pasts head-on.
Chapter 12
Silas
This was going to suck.
I hated to rip open old wounds, but someone had to do it. We had corpses on our borders and a new emerging threat. I knew keeping our mate safe wouldn’t be easy, but I never imagined a wrath like that of the Blood Moon pack.
I walked into the den, giving Theron a look that made him stand from his seat. Gentry noticed the exchange and sat up straighter.
“What is it?” Theron said.
Myla lurched to her feet, her eyes alert in response to Theron’s abruptness.
“Bowen and Valor’s team found rogues dismembered along the border.”
She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in horror and recognition.
She knows who’s trying to get into our territory, my wolf said.
“Do they know who is responsible?” Gentry asked.
I hesitated as I felt a pang of guilt. I knew what this information would do to Theron—the memories and fears it would unearth—but he needed to be filled in. Gentry must have picked up on the nature of what I was going to say because he rose from his seat and moved closer to Theron, offering him silent support.
“They were able to narrow down the attacks. Our top suspect is the Blood Moon pack. We think they’re coming for Myla.”
Theron turned to face her, and I met her eyes over his shoulder. Panic dripped into the bond like melting ice at the mention of Blood Moon. Theron’s thread was taut as he examined Myla’s sheet-white face.
Her fear ignited our protective instincts. Myla’s flood of emotions blended with mine, creating a nauseating jumble of terror. Theron’s back was rigid, tension calcifying every muscle.
Myla’s distress made her crave safety, but my heart broke at the regret in her eyes.
I hadn’t seen her so upset since she arrived in Hidden Creek.
