Page 22 of Ember's Claim
“No, there’s a reason why I called, but it’s work related,” Rogue says, and I can tell she moves closer to the phone. “And your dragon has super hearing.”
Veryn cuts off the water, coming over to give me a quick kiss on the temple. “I’ll run in and change, so you can have some privacy to discuss your case.” He smacks my ass. “Just don’t leave without telling me goodbye.”
I grin, mouthing, “Thank you.”
He swaggers off toward his room with the sweats hanging low on his hips.
I wait for the door to close and say, “We’re good.”
“Gemma and I went back to the human club last night,” Rogue says in her no-nonsense work tone.
“Okay, did you find Sanders?” I lick my lips and somehow taste Veryn, but I shake my head to stay focused.
“No,” Rogue says. “We’re starting to wonder if he knows someone is looking into him.”
“It’s possible,” I acknowledge.
“I did, however, get a snapshot of a meeting with Sanders and someone else.” Rogue sighs. “For all I know, it could have been The Doctor. I’ve never seen anything like it, but any distinguishing features, his face, even his voice, it was all distorted.”
“Could you tell how long ago the meeting occurred?” I ask, wondering what kind of power someone would have to have to distort her ability to see them in avision.
“Not exactly, but it was recent enough that I was able to pick it up from the wood of the table they met at,” Rogue says. “The only useful piece of information is, I specifically heard Sanders say he would be heading to pack land to talk to the alpha.”
My wolf perks up.
She’s had an obsession with the North American Pack for as long as I can remember. That’s probably because my biological father was alpha, but my little brothers murdered him when I was a teenager.
That pack is supposed to be our birthright. My wolf forces the thought through my mind.
I have no idea who took over for Carson, but even if he was alive, it’s not like he would have passed the pack on to his daughter.
And my wolf knows as much.
That entire world is incredibly patriarchal. They don’t think much of females and even less of humans.
Before Carson ruled the pack, his brother, Brayden, was in charge.
Brayden tormented my mother and everyone else he came across during his reign. My mom’s mates eventually killed him when he nearly killed my mom.
That’s when Carson took over, but I know the story well. My biological father didn’t want anything to do with me, and it’s not like I missed out in life because of it.
My mom’s mates became my dads. They’ve taught me everything, from how to coexist with my wolf to the importance of knowing how to defend myself. They loved me more than enough that I never had any interest in tracking down Carson. He might have donated sperm toward my creation, but that was the extent of his influence on my life.
Well, until I reached the age of wolf maturity. My family agreed he only wanted access to me to try to mate me off to form an alliance with God knows who. It doesn’t bother me in the least that my psychopathic little brothers murdered him.
At least I trust my brothers, even if they are major pains in the ass.
“Ember?” Rogue asks.
“Sorry, I’m here.”
“Okay, so, do you want to meet us at the club again tonight?” Rogue asks. “If he doesn’t show, we can regroup and make a plan to go from there.”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Just tell me what time.” My wolf gets so agitated, it’s difficult to follow the rest of the conversation. She’s fine with stopping by the club after, but we officially have an excuse to stalk pack land, and she wants to take it immediately.
Veryn comes out as soon as I hang up the phone. He probably heard everything that was said, even with him giving us space. He’s in his normal work attire of dark jeans, a black T-shirt, and combat boots. He never bothers to lace them, which I find unreasonably sexy.
He and his father Bane might not be biologically related, but Veryn is like the way hotter, 2.0 version. It’s actually kind of sweet how close the two of them are.