Filed to story: The Omega Destiny
“We will find him. Thane.”
“I hope you’re right.” I squeeze my fist over my mouth, attempting to keep my fans in and to stop myself from snarling and completely losing it.
“I know I am right, your royal asshole??ess,” Cyrus studies what is left of the pipe. A small piece, but it is our only clue.
“We need to review any pack records about dishonorable discharges, firings, and any about my father’s beta and his followers. I swipe everything off the desk and put my elbows on top of it, resting my forehead and straining for ideas.
“That will take a long time Thane.”
“I know.” I mind??inked Damon with the assignment and permitted him to form a team.
I will need another pack meeting now. We just got through swearing that we would keep them safe from the ring, but we are struck from the inside. I can’t fight a war on multiple fronts. I may need to get the alliance involved, but that brings us back to the trafficking ring. I may not get support if they think I am spread too thin with this internal conflict. Plus, it makes us appear weak and I don’t like it.
“I’ve got nothing on the piece Thane.” Cyrus sighs and his words are my breaking point. I stand quickly and flip my desk out of anger before 1 can think and then let off a barrage of curse words.
I’m pacing around the room now, trying to contain my wolf, contain my emotions, and fight these fights. I have the safety of so many depending on it. I don’t know how my father did this for as long as he did and I wish he was here for guidance.
“Activate emergency procedures. Pack curfew is in place until further notice. Any in this pack will be questioned and interviewed. You are expected to comply with the investigation into tonight’s horrific events. No shifters in and no shifters out without my approval Pack lockdown until further notice. Tumn in anything suspicious. This is more likely on inside job.”
I mind??ink the pack the immediate plan and try to figure out how and when to address them that won’t have them in a panic after tonight’s events. I would be less likely to go to a ceremony if people were just murdered at one.
I take a seat in a chair, and I slowly start to open the bond back up. Not hearing from Ayla or feeling her emotions has been torture, but I didn’t need her to feel my emotions throughout the process of looking for the wounded and the dead. I slightly tug on the bond and wait but she doesn’t tug back. I can feel her, but she clearly isn’t happy with me. I don’t blame her.
Iow the hurt in her eye when I sent her away and I suspect it may take a few conversations for her to understand where I am coming from.
“They could have blown it when I was on the dance floor. I am clearly the target, so why wait?” I have my forehead propped up on my thumbs rambling to myself trying to sort al of these thoughts out.
“They are obviously toying with you or didn’t see you leave.” Cyrus suggests as he stares at the wall, lost in thoughts himself
“Could it be that simple? Didn’t see me leave. This couldn’t be detonated remotely. We need to get a list of who was around the area before it