Page 26 of Moon Claimed
“We sniff each other. Essentially.”
Wade’s brows shot up. “That’s pretty strange. Butts or anywhere?”
“Anywhere, I sincerely hope.”
“Are your senses too weak or something?”
I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. “Yes. Wade, what if there’s not a way out of this mess?”
He squeezed my shoulder. “We’ll figure this out, Andie. I’m going to discover what I can. You have enough on your plate. So, let’s keep this between us at all costs. I may love this family, but they have a limit, and I have a feeling butt sniffing a Luther will be it.”
6
Pascal slid a document across the table. “Please note an official letter from the Luthers. A request that future meetings occur face to face.”
I clenched my jaw.Sascha, you mothershitter.
Nathan sneered. “They must be joking.”
The marshal looked at him. “Do they usually?”
He wisely remained silent.
“Where would the meetings occur?” I asked.
“They’d alternate between the manor and pack lands.”
Taking the letter, I skimmed over the contents, lingering on the scrawled signature at the bottom.Sascha Alarick Greyson.
Aka Bastard.
The head team exploded into furious debate.
When they paused for breath, I cut in. “The pack leader has invited us to their lands tonight to hear the grid announcement.”
Roderick jumped in. “This is our chance to learn more about them.”
Valerie snapped, “Fat lot of good learning will do if they decide to kill the head team and our new head steward. Then there’s the recent new moon to consider.”
“Their proposal is a first. We shouldn’t be so hasty to shut the door,” Trixie added.
There was no situation where me entering pack lands was a good idea. This was clearly a design to get me close. How could Sascha complete the meets when I barely left the manor?
He was drawing me out.
If I only had personal considerations to make, the choice would be easy.
Except this wasn’t just my life, it was the battle of generations of theNi Tiakiand all who’d fought before me. I couldn’t make this decision for selfish reasons.
What would I decide if the meets and mating bullshit were removed from the equation?
Dammit.
“We no longer have an insider at The Dens,” I said, cutting off Nathan—my least favourite head team member.
“I hardly think the Luthers will show us everything we want to know while we’re there,” Stanley said gruffly.
He was mostly bark and little bite, but I valued his input. “And they didn’t intend to show me anything at The Dens, and yet they did. It’s about opportunity. If we’re not on pack lands, we’ll never learn anything. The wolves are communicating in Water somehow. We need to know how they’re doing that or we’ll never win the grid.”