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Hunter nodded slowly, as if he couldn’t help but agree. “Jewels is arranging for any loyal witches to join us and meet with the Alpha Council next week. In the end, unless they want to fall to the Termaine coven’s rule, they need to take our side. In Fletcher’s new future, witches will be under his witches’ command. Goodbye freedom and unfettered power.”
“Once we have magic on our side, we can ferret out these fucks,” Kellan said, “since they’re cowards and want to hide behind a witch’s skirt. I say we take the battle to them. I’m sick of sitting back and waiting for them to come.”
I agreed with him, and hoped the loyal witches did too, so they’d help us track Fletcher’s safe house.
It was a better plan than releasing Talon and following him all the way home.
I might not trust witches and their motivations, but with a common enemy, there had to be a way we could all work together. Otherwise, we’d be crushed in this coming war.
EMME
The next couple of days were both nice and odd. Life returned almost to normal, and Florence put up more Christmas decorations around the house, giving off the impression we were getting closer to my first Christmas in Golden Claw.
She’d even added a few strings of twinkling lights and a wreath on my door, which appeared after she noticed my admiration of the living room tree for the hundredth time. For the most part, I spent my days training, and texting with Cora as we tried to organize a time for us to catch up.
She was flat-out with work, wrapping up projects before the end of the year, and I was still scattered and tired, though overall my essence was healing. Piece by piece, day by day, I grew stronger and happier, helped along by a pack who never let me fall into my trauma.
Even as busy as they all were too.
Between hockey for Kellan and Finley, Reeves Industries drama for Hunter, and Slade training me, spending time with Talon, and keeping an eye on our security, we were running ourselves ragged. I ended most days tasting blood and vomit in my mouth as my body rebelled against the rigorous training regimen, but I refused to give up.
I had no idea when it was supposed to get easier, but so far there was no sign of relief.
A bright side I hadn’t expected was how great Horton turned out to be. For an alpha, he was kind and patient, walking my unfit and unskilled ass through each different move and drill. Over and over. Until I eventually got it right.
“You landed a hit,” he crowed, bouncing on his toes. “I’m so freaking proud of you.”
This was my fourth session in three days, and when I’d dragged my butt from bed this morning, I’d almost cried at the thought of training again. But now I was so happy I’d pushed through.
“I can’t believe it,” I huffed, shaking my head. “That felt impossible when you showed me it earlier.”
For over an hour now Horton had been teaching me a technique to use against a larger, stronger attacker, and I’d finally landed my first decent hit to his kidneys. This hit would loosen the attacker’s hold, and then I could twist in a series of moves to break free and run. A lot of what they taught me was about escaping rather than fighting back. I’d always be smaller and weaker than an alpha.
Horton threw his arms out and leaned forward like he was about to hug me, until a low menacing rumble filtered through the grounds, halting everyone in their tracks.
And I mean everyone.
Slade’s enforcers, Warrick’s enforcers, and a third group training across on the other side of the facility, all whipped around to stare at the dragon shifter glaring our way from the middle of the field. Horton’s brown skin turned quite pale as he flapped his arms and whirled, like he’d been attempting to fly in his humanoid form.
“That’s enough training for the day, Snow,” Slade called, his eyes locked on me.
He remained as emotionally distant as he’d been since Texas, but he was always physically nearby. Watching me. Keeping me safe. There was no doubt in my mind that when he wasn’t standing at my side, I was front and center in all of his cameras.
To no one’s surprise, our prank wars were on hiatus for the time being, and I tried not to miss the fun that had brought to my life.
“I’m not done though,” I protested, still hyped up at successfully pulling off a semi-useful move. “I’ve got more energy.”
Slade’s flat expression indicated there was no point in arguing with him today. “You’re done, omega. Shower and change in the locker room-I laid out an outfit for you.”
I paused at that odd request. I generally showered and changed at home, but maybe we had to head to Reeves Industries today. Deciding I didn’t care either way, I trudged off across the icy ground and headed for the locker rooms. I’d only used this facility once before to wash vomit off my shirt-don’t ask
-but they were impressive.
Huge, white, and clean, there were rows of showers along the back wall, and toilets near the entrance. The shelves were generally bare except for a stack of fluffy white towels, but today I saw the additional pile of folded clothes and black boots.
Excited to uncover what clothes Slade had chosen for me, I hurried into the showers and washed myself in record time. The toiletries were scentless and good quality, and when I emerged, there was nothing but my own natural scent in the air.
As I wrapped one towel around my body and the other around my hair, I wandered toward the shelves. On top was a sports bra and matching black panties, which I slipped on first, before I lifted a… jumpsuit.
When the heavy length unfolded, I saw that it was black like the boots, with pink flames up both arms, and gold stripes down the legs. On the back was my name, embroidered, and it finally clicked on what I held: a race suit.
Ahhhhhh!
I started mentally screaming and cheering as I realized why we’d finished early.
Track day.
Finally, I would get to experience the Reeves pack racetrack, and lose myself in supercars and speed for a few hours. What a fucking excellent surprise.
Sliding the material up my body, I marveled at the perfect fit, zipping myself in and securing the button at my throat. The boots went on last, sliding over the pants, and when I checked myself in the mirror, I felt like a superhero.
Speeding Ticket Woman. There was no way to drive slow in an outfit like this-the gods would smite you right where you stood.