Chapter 94
Jaspar Fox held the fourth seat at the High Table, and was more of an enigma than anyone else I had
met. He was quite literally covered in scars. They began on his face, a previous broken nose and some
stitches to the cheek. All down his arms and back were scars, rumors said there were even more
beneath his pant line. Those particr words had been whispered by blushing she-wolves, witnesses
to this entire debacle. They were too afraid to attempt approaching him, but had no problem whispering
from the sidelines.
Jaspar was the only one who seemedpletely disinterested in the entire meeting. Even as Marcus
and Desmond spoke of using my abilities for their own gain, he hadn’t batted an eysh. His emotions
reflected that rxed demeanor, one that made me wonder if he had ever truly cared about anything.
“I didn’t—” I began, but stopped as I met the frozen eyes of Desmond Deville.
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I k****d a High Table member, the second to be exact. Desmond Deville was ranked just under Marcus
Novak, which meant he was wealthy and incredibly powerful.
My stomach twisted painfully, and I had but a moment’s notice before I was bent over, hurling up the
contents of my dinner. My nose burned and my eyes watered, but I couldn’t register the pain over my
frantic thoughts.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t k****d before. Many rogues died during the battle, especially when I used my
ability to subdue them. This, however, was confirmation of what I was. A soul-eater. What good could
come out of a gift so horrible? What was even worse was how euphoric it felt, how strong and bloated
with power I was. Disgust poured from my mouth in the form of acidic vomit.
Jaspar Fox waited patiently for me to finish. I stumbled into the connecting kitchen and rinsed my
mouth with water, scowling when I noticed the nk look on his face.
“Well, I’m sure you won’t deny it again.” Jaspar said evenly, ncing down at the three bodies on the
floor. He prodded at Desmond’s corpse with his foot and nodded, “Never thought I’d see a soul-eater at
work before. Really, though. Did you have to k**l Desmond Deville of all people?”
“It’s not like I had a choice, he attacked me.” I snarled back, finally finding my voice. “I never meant to
k**l them, but they backed me into a corner.”
“Be that as it may, what do you n to do now?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. Jet ck hair
fell over his forehead, grazing a scar on the side of his neck. “Where will you hide the bodies? Or
perhaps you’ll confess and tell the truth, believing you’ll be found innocent?”
I opened my mouth and closed it again before realizing he was right. I could tell the truth all I wanted,
but then the world would know what I could actually do. There was no way in h**l I’d be allowed to live
freely after that.
“Kade.” I whispered to myself, ncing up at Jaspar. “My mate can help.”
“Can he? It seems he’s already quite busy. Searching for your lost mate must be proving difficult.”
Jaspar mused, tapping his chin with a finger. There was some subtle shift in his emotions, some
decision had been made in his head. “Run to your mate, Luna Aurora. I’ll clean this mess for you, but
take care not to tell others of what happened here.”
Like any sane and rational werewolf, I scurried along. My heart raced with every twist and turn I made
in the halls, convinced some of Desmond’s men had found out the truth.
I barreled into Kade in the hallway, colliding with a wall of muscle that made my bones groan. My hands
were shaking as I shoved Kade inside the suite and buried my face in his chest.
“F*ck, sweetheart. I could feel you panicking from across the hotel.” He grunted, brushing back my hair
until he found my paled face.
Within seconds, I was scooped into his arms and surrounded by his rich, masculine scent. His arms
formed a barrier around me, and made me feel protected despite everything. I could still feel the throb
in my chest as I worried for Alec. As much as I wanted to curl up and stay in his embrace, I couldn’t.
There was no way in h**l I trusted Jaspar Fox, and needed to tell Kade exactly what had happened.
His eyes darkened as I told him the events in thest hour, ending with Jaspar Fox’s offer to help hide
my mess. Kade pulled me to my feet and ced his lips against my forehead in a swift kiss before
tugging me along. I jogged a bit to keep up with his fast pace, but I understood the need to hurry.
As we opened the door to the suite I had been attacked in, my mouth clicked shut. This had to be the
right room—I still had the note crumpled in my hands. The entire room was spotless. Even my vomit
was gone, the carpet clean and white.
“That’s not possible, it’s only been ten minutes.” I scoffed, unable to believe the scene before me.
There was magic and then there was this. It brought an ufortable question to mind. If Marcus
Novak kept white wolves as ves, did the other High Table members do the same?
“This isn’t good—we’re indebted to him now, and he’ll want repayment.” Kade grimaced, reaching out
when a wave of guilt washed over me. I let him thread his fingers through my hair, and looked up as he
tilted my head. His gruff voice was unusually soft, and it sent a little flutter through my chest. “None of
this was your fault, sweetheart. If he were still alive, I’d hunt Desmond Deville down myself. When
Jaspar Foxes knocking, we’ll handle it. It means he’ll hold up his end of the deal, which keeps the
rest of the High Table from finding out what happened.”
“You can be quite the optimist when you want to be.” I pointed out with a small smile, just enough to get
a gravelyugh from him.
“I have two roles to fill until we find Alec—which we will.” He replied with a snort.
Even though it physically hurt to be away from Alec for this long, I trusted Kade and knew that together
we would bring him home.
We had to wake early that morning, to meet with the others and n out how we would sessfully
get the white wolves into our territory.
Garrett looked impable as ever in his crisp suit, while Julian looked a bit bleary eyed. I couldn’t
me him, not even the incredible coffee machine in our suite could wipe the cobwebs from my eyes. I
was on my second iced mocha of the day, and was already thinking about a third.
“Nothing I love more than early morning war ns.” Julian yawned loudly, stretching his arms wide over
his head. Garrett cast him a sour look which he dutifully ignored. “Especially with so much on the line.”
“We’re running on limited time.” Garrett snapped, his thick eyebrows furrowing. “This war, as you so
eloquently put it, cannot wait for your schedule to clear.”
“We’ve worked through some of the details so far, now it’s time to put things in motion.” Kade told me,
cutting off any further bickering that mighte from Julian and Garrett. Despite Garrett’s put together
appearance, he certainly wasn’t a morning person either. “There’s orchards below the southern border
to Marcus’s territory. We have some men nting supplies there in a few hours. They’ll have to get
themselves one mile away, to this abandoned railroad station in the woods. Marcus’s men rarely leave
the pack borders, but if they do, they always take the main road. They use vehicles for transportation
and have always stayed on two legs. There are a few backroads going through the forest, they’ll be
used to get the white wolves farther away. The next town over is almost an hour’s drive. Once they
make it there, we’ll have them in an armored vehicle to the nearest airport.”
“You were busyst night.” I noted, staring at Kade a little starry eyed. I was near positive Kade felt the
sh of guilt that crossed my emotions, from the mess I had causedst night.
“You needed some time off.” He replied, his lips twitching. “Besides, I’ve never been a strategist. That’s
always been Alec’s skill. I’m not nearly as good as he is, but it’s nice to know I can handle my own.”
The second part of my High Table meeting began a few hourster. The anxiety in my gut chased away
any remaining exhaustion from my eyes.
We were escorted to the same room as before, and gathered in our own group at the center of the
room. I counted the seconds, hearing the dull tick from the clock across the room. Kade’s fingers traced
small circles on my back, but I could hardly feel his touch.
I was hyper focused on the men entering the room, the four men with grave looking faces.