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His words offer a semblance of reassurance, a reminder that even in the midst of uncertainty, we have allies working in the shadows, piecing together fragments of information that might help us survive the storm that’s approaching.
“Make it quick,” I say, the urgency in my tone underscoring the gravity of the situation. “Colt has already suspected that there are wolves following us, watching our every move. We can’t be too careful. Alistair pretends he doesn’t care about Lily, but we know he does.”
“His wife was killed right in front of him,” the spy tells me darkly, as if I don’t already know that. “And he’s still carrying on. I don’t know if anything can stop that man.”
I nod, the weight of our shared knowledge pressing down on me. Alistair’s past is marred by tragedy, his actions driven by grief and vengeance. But that very same determination, that unyielding resolve, also makes him a formidable adversary, one who won’t hesitate to strike back with all the force at his disposal.
“We need to find out his plans,” I declare, my voice resolute. “We can’t wait for his next move to come to us. We have to be proactive.”
The spy’s gaze narrows, his expression contemplative. “I’ll dig deeper, pull every string I can. But Alistair’s network is vast. It won’t be easy.”
“We don’t have the luxury of easy,” I reply, a tinge of frustration in my voice. “We need to protect our own. Lily, the pack... they’re counting on us.”
The spy’s lips tighten in a grim line, his commitment to the cause evident in the unwavering set of his jaw. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Midway through his words, my phone vibrates on the table, drawing my attention away from the conversation. I glance down to see a text from Ryker, urgent and to the point:“Get back to the house for a meeting. Important.”
My heart quickens as I read the message. The timing is abrupt, and the gravity of the situation is evident. I’m torn between the need to gather as much information as I can from the spy and the pressing call to return to the house.
“I’m sorry,” I interrupt, my voice edged with urgency. “I have to go. Something is happening.”
The spy gives a curt nod, his understanding apparent. “I’ll keep you posted. Go take care of what you need to.”
With that, I rise from my seat, my thoughts racing as I weave through the bustling coffee shop. The city seems to blur around me as I make my way back to where I’ve parked my car, my mind a whirlwind of possibilities.
As I navigate the streets, my thoughts are consumed by what this meeting at the house could mean. Ryker’s terse message suggests that whatever is happening is of significant importance. In a world where danger lurks around every corner, I can’t afford to ignore this summons.
My mind races through scenarios – possible developments in the ongoing conflict, new intelligence that might have come to light, or perhaps even a threat that hits closer to home. Whatever it is, I know I need to be there, to contribute what I can and to be prepared for the unexpected.
13
LILY
Ryker can barely keep his hands off of me when we get back home from our date. The electricity of the evening lingers between us, a current of desire that crackles in the air. Our lips meet in a heated kiss, a reminder of the passion that has always simmered beneath the surface of our connection.
But as much as I want to lose myself in his touch, in the promise of what lies ahead, I pull away gently, my fingers pressing against his chest. His breathing is heavy, his gaze dark with want, and I can feel the hunger in his touch.
“We need to stop,” I murmur, my voice thick with longing. “The others will be here soon.”
Ryker’s lips trail a path along my jawline, his touch lingering and fervent. “I know,” he whispers, his voice a husky murmur against my skin. “But it’s hard to think about anything else when you’re in my arms.”
I smile, a mixture of amusement and desire tugging at my lips. “Trust me, I feel the same way. But this is important. We can’t afford any distractions.”
With a reluctant nod, Ryker eases his hold on me, his fingers tracing a final caress down my arm. I step back, the magnetic pull between us still tangible as we regain our composure.
“Does this have anything to do with the secret messages you were sending in the car?” Ryker asks with a cheeky curiosity, his eyes dancing with a playful glint.
I chuckle, shaking my head at his perceptiveness. “Maybe,” I reply, a hint of mischief in my tone. “But all in good time.”
Ryker gives me a lingering look, his gaze heavy with unspoken promises. Then he nods, the seriousness of the situation settling over him. “Okay, then I’ll make sure everyone’s prepared.”
“Get them in the conference room,” I insist. “I think that might be the best place for this to happen. I want to make sure that everyone hears what I have to say.”
“Is there anything else you need?” he asks curiously. “Before I go?”
My eyes lock in with his and I realize that I owe him more of an explanation than anyone. Because we connected first. I don’t want to tell him everything but I do want to be a bit truthful.
I take a moment to consider his question, the weight of truth and honesty pressing on me. While I can’t reveal everything, some truths deserve to be acknowledged.
