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Chapter 27

Javier

I got up and dressed before the others did. Zale was tucked around Amanda and Bo was curled up on

the bottom of the bed like some great loyal mutt. I knocked on the side of his head head until he

opened an eye and glared at me. I motioned with my head to follow and the brute stretched before

plodding after me.

"What's the big ideal?" He whined.

"We have to go. Unless you plan to be the last one home to enjoy your new mate?"

Bo snarled. "You know I'm not letting you get back first, Javier. Besides, I don't have to go as far as

you. Let me get some more rest. Who knows how crazy things will be by the time we get back."

"All the more reason for us to get going," I pointed out. "But whatever, Bo. You like to make the same

piss-poor judgements all the time. I'll be sure to spend any extra time with those two while you're still

carrying out your mission. When Zale asks where the fuck you are, I'll tell him you got bored and

decided to fuck her old pack."

"Fuck you, Javier."

I grinned. "You already did that last night, Baby. It'll be my turn to fuck you next time. I'm thinking of

taking one of your electric toys and putting the electricity on your insides," I bit my lip. Just the thought

of it made me hard. I could practically feel his tight little ass squeezing me as electricity danced through

his body.

"Sick fuck," Bo grumbled. He grabbed some cereal out of the cupboard and shook it over an empty

bowl. The sugary treats sprinkled out and he grabbed a handful. "I'm not letting you abuse my toys.

Besides, we both saw just how much you like being the one being dominated. I might just do that to

you instead."

I snatched a handful of his cereal while he went to grab milk. It was far too swear, but it would help with

waking me up for a spell. "I prefer to be the conqueror, but if you can show me the same swagger you

did last night? I'll let you top me." I grabbed a carton of juice and finished it, ignoring his flat glare.

"What? You didn't grab it. There's more in there somewhere. Besides, like you mentioned I have farther

to go than you do. You just have to travel a bit into a nice warm forest. Me? I'm going up North, you

know the weather is fucking batshit crazy there."

Bo stuffed his mouth with a giant spoonful of cereal as he grabbed another carton of juice.

Whatever, I didn't need his support. I lifted a hand in farewell. "Make it back, if you fail, I'm taking your

place as Zale's bed-warmer." I ignored his glare and left the estate.

The wind howled at my ears, the cold nipping at my body. I'd dressed for the trip. I scanned the area,

searching in the dark for anything out of the ordinary. My time as Zale's bodyguard had done nothing

but refine my senses. But this morning there wasn't anything that needed my full attention.

I headed out north, tromping a path through the snow. Bo would leave eventually, if his lazy ass didn't

go crawl back into bed with our mates. I didn't put it past him. He was worthless in that way sometimes.

The only one that was worth anything was Zale, and he wouldn't have sent me on this little

investigation trip unless he was seriously worried.

I spotted a familiar head gathering firewood. He wasn't dressed for the weather and his slim frame was

being pulled this way and that by the fierce winds. "Yale," I called.

He didn't even look up at me. He continued to split trees on the small stump. The pile of wood beside

him doing nothing but growing.

I hesitated. He was inside the pack perimeters. Sure, Zale could sniff him out and find out what the hell

was going on, but I wasn't about to let this sus fuck get near my Prime. "Yale," I called again, stepping

closer to him.

This time he paused, glancing over his shoulder at me. Even from this distance I saw the dark in his

eyes. The whites were almost ate away by a mysterious blackness.

Fucking demons?

My wolf snarled and Ares raised his head from his unconscious state, prepared to take over if needed.

Fucking Zale kept treating me like a kid sometimes. I was his bodyguard, not the other way around. His

wolf could just sit and wait like a good boy. I had this handled. "Yale, if you don't turn around in exactly

one minute I'm going to pull your pretty little neck off your body."

Yale shuffled closer, eyes narrowed and swaying in the weather. "Javier?" he questioned, his head

tilting to the side. He licked his lips, his black tongue standing out in the harshness of the white snow.

"Yeah, buddy, it's me." I approached slowly, my claws sliding into place.

The smell of burned nuts surrounded me when the little fucker attacked. He grabbed one of the logs

that hadn't been cut yet with his bare hand and threw it at me. I dodged out of the way, the wood

smashing into the ground and smashing on impact. But I didn't hesitate, I slipped around the hurled

debris and snatched him up by his throat. "Javier," he growled, his eyes completely black with tints of

red.

The demon had full control. There was no saving this one.

"Yeah," I agreed, snapping his neck and pulling his head off his shoulders. "Sorry," I apologized,

burying a hole in the snow and dumping his body there. I picked up the head, and the eyes glowed a

deep crimson light. "You're going to tell me who turned you, or I'm about to kick you up a fucking tree." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Yale smirked at me. "Do your worst, it's already too late for you and the Prime. You won't survive what's

to come."

I snarled, tossing his head in the air and kicked it, sending it high into the air and spinning out of sight.

Fucking demons, there was no way in hell I was letting them get a claw on my pack.