Chapter 107
“Hello, Aurora. If you’re getting this message, it means I am d**d.”
Every muscle and fiber in my body locked up at his words. His face remained stered on the screen,
while Delh’s yed in my mind. My stomach rolled at the thought of something happening to that
little girl, of Marcus getting his hands on her. Her strange teleportation abilities would certainly pique his
interest, which I’m sure was why Jaspar kept her hidden from the world.
“Your current location is safe, for now. I have prepared evacuation ns for you and your crew. Three
days after you receive this message, a man and woman will knock on the front door. Trust these people
with your lives, go where they take you, and for the sake of the future–stay alive.”
The television clicked off, nketing the room in darkness. After a total of two seconds, I scrambled
from where I stood for the remote. Before I could grab it, Alec snatched it from the table and flicked
onto the news. I had no clue what channels were human news and what were werewolf, but the twin’s
seemed to know just fine.
“Mere hours ago, a battle to the d***h took ce when head of the High Table, Marcus Novak, sent his
troops through the lines of Ex-High Table member, Jaspar Fox’s territory. What began as a casual
encounter quickly turned carnal when Mr. Fox unleashed his warriors on the troops. Multiple rumors
had depicted Mr. Fox’s pack as a safe-haven of sorts for white wolves, forcing the High Table’s hand.
As it currently stands, no evidence of white wolves has been found on Mr. Fox’snd.” A somber news
caster with doe eyes and heart shaped lips frowned, giving the camera a look of genuine sympathy. “I’ll
pass this on to Nathan Dolohov, who is currently at the scene of what marks the end of Mr. Fox’s
reign.”
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The screen shifted, now showing a man in a casual suit, standing in front of the charred husk of a
house. Its wooden bones were ckened, leaning as it held itself together with nothing more than luck
and a few stubborn nails. Nathan Dolohov looked at the camera, brushing back his golden hair with a
hand, and began speaking.
“I’m here at the Fox’s family estate, and what looks to be a tragic ident that imed the lives of
Jaspar Fox, his mate Emily Fox, and their daughter; Delh Fox. One of our paramedics on scene have
confirmed that three sets of remains were found. The origin of the fire is currently being investigated,
spearheaded by Jaspar Fox’s eldest son. When we return in an hour, I hope to glean more information
from the Head of our High Table, Marcus Novak.”
The screen changed again, flitting back to the brte with sad eyes.
“Until the High Table’s investigation surrounding Jaspar Fox have been concluded, he is assumed
innocent from all used crimes. Our team, along with agents from the High Table, interviewed many
of Jaspar Fox’s pack members. All vehemently expressed their Alpha’s innocence, even though a mere
hour before Marcus Novak entered theirnd, Mr. Fox transferred all power and titles to his eldest son.”
She spoke, her unwavering gaze on the camera.
“He made his son Alpha, and a member of the High Table.” Alec scoffed, swiping a hand across his
jaw. His face was illumined by the television, making the darkness in his eyes swirl. “He knew this was
going to end in a fight, the man was prepared for it. Question is, do we think he’s still alive?”
“Would he really go through all of the trouble to fake his family’s d***h?” Tori questioned, her eyebrows
knitting together as she picked at a few stray fibers on the pants she wore. ” They would have had to–
acquire three bodies, and b**n them. Which is deeply unsettling.”
“Not nearly as unsettling as what Marcus would do to them if caught.” Kade grunted, settled on the
couch with his elbows on top of his thighs. Strands of hair fell in his face, but my attention was quickly
diverted back to the screen when the woman continued speaking.
“The entirety of Mr. Fox’snd has beenbed through, and within these next few days, the High
Table will send warriors to scour the packs that surround Mr. Fox’s. It is within the best interest of these
packs that you co-operate with the High Table and trust them to uncover the truth. As thergest
broadcastingpany for our kind, we will provide hourly updates on the progress of this investigation
and the even more elusive search for the soul-eater and herpanions, which has thus far been
fruitless. In precisely one hour, we will return with more information for these cases, both of which are
the biggest we’ve seen in decades.” She continued, her face neutral and her words perfectly spoken. A
croak left my lips when three pictures of me shed on the screen. All were from the hotel and the High
Table meetings. “I’m Sara Barns, and thank you for tuning in.”
The television then changed to some singingmercial, which Alec silenced almost immediately. I
knew without my abilities, that we were all at a loss for words. The fact that we were all wanted by the
most powerful man in our world, it was a hard pill to s*****w. Every single pack would be on the lookout
for us, and we were away from home.
We sat in silence for the entire hour, having nothing better to do than to sit and watch. It was almost
funny in a strange way. We were watching updates on our own manhunt. While the world watched and
wondered where we were, they hadn’t a clue we were watching as well.
Unsurprisingly, after an hour, no further evidence on either case had been found. The High Table still
couldn’t find us, though if they had any leads, there was no way they’d spill. They did, however, go over
nearly every detail of my life starting with when I first moved in with Melissa and Frank. The only time
Garrett or Julian was mentioned, was when my inheritance was brought up. The twins could feel my
own mood souring as Sara Barns recounted the worst years of my life. She even gave some
information on the twins, and even a small segment about Tori. I felt utterly drained afterwards, and
jumped when Alec’s voice tore through the silence.
“We’ve been reduced topanions, Kade.” Alec scoffed, finally breaking the silence. “Can you f*****g
believe it? They could’ve at least included a picture of us.”
Kade turned towards Alec, with an incredulous look on his face. The sight made me want tough,
especially with the stress that had just been thrown on us.
“I wasatose for nearly a week, and missed out on the entire meeting.” Alec raised an eyebrow at
his brother, daring him to say something. I didn’t miss how thest sentence was said a bit sourly. I
could tell what irritated him the most was that Marcus’s men had managed to snag him. “Forgive me for
wanting urate news. The least they could have done was mention mine and Tori’s kidnapping.”
“I do have a name other than soul-eater.” I pointed out, giving Kade the same frown Alec was currently
making. “I’m pretty sure I only heard my actual name one time.”
“Soul-eater sounds kind of badass though. Makes people think twice about messing with you.”‘ Tori
shrugged from where she sat across the sectional.
Alec gave her an exasperated look, “You seem awful calm considering they did you even worse than
Kade and I.”
“It’s just the news.” Tori shrugged, “The details of the story all depend on the person telling it.”
“They called you Aurora’s assistant.” Alec deadpanned, jumping when my unrestrainedughter
startled him.
Perhaps it was all of the stress that finally made me crack, or how truly dumbfounded Alec felt talking to
Tori and Kade; but my sides ached and my eyes watered as Iughed at the three of them. Alec was
second to join in, followed by Tori. Even Kade chuckled, which was the most I’d get out of him right
now.
“Three days.” I sighed after finally catching my breath. I fell back on the couch and sighed when Alec’s
fingers brushed through my hair. “Three more days of waiting. I think I hate the waiting more than
anything else.”
For three days we spent as much time as possible with one another. After rummaging through the
overstocked pantry in Jaspar’s safehouse, I concluded that I was tired of all things in shiny packages. It
was the heinous workout sessions in the morning that helped me maintain some semnce of self-
defense, other than my ability to tear the soul from someone’s body.
On the third day, at ten in the morning, a sequence of heavy thuds sounded on the door. The tablet with
its security cameras beeped, pulling up an image of a man and woman.
When we opened the front door for them, I wasn’t the only one who was a bit dumbfounded.
The woman was in her early thirties, but was dressed well–like a tourist. Her t-shirt said, ‘I heart NY’
and she wore an actual visor on her head, along with a pair of wide framed sunsses. Her cargo
shorts and thick soled shoespleted and confirmed the tourist outfit. The man at her side was
dressed much the same. Cargo shorts and a ck f***y pack, along with an identical pair of thick soled
shoes.
While their clothespletely threw us off, I did not miss the alertness in their emotions, or the
muscles that protruded from just about every surface of their body.
“We are here to escort Ms. Aurora, her mates, and friend.”‘ It was the man who spoke, towering over
Tori and I. My own surprise shocked me, as did the man’s voice when he spoke. It was light, carefree,
and actually kind of happy considering the circumstances. I could feel that positive attitude as it
radiated from him in warm waves. He looked a bit gruff with the shaved head and thick beard, but the
grin on his face transformed him from threatening warrior to gentle giant. “Looks like we found the right
ce. The name is Dex, and my cheerful partner is Carson.”
“You won’t be needing to take anything with you.” Carson said in a harsher tone, one that said we
needed to get going. Her demeanor was different from Dex’s, much sterner and more serious. “Let’s
get going. We had to leave the van on an ess road. These shoes aren’t meant for hiking through the
forest.”
During the day, the house looked much different. It wasn’t the first time we had stepped outside since
arriving at the safehouse, but I still couldn’t get used to howrge it truly was. I found myself both
relieved and anxious as we walked down the steps, towards where the forest and yard met.
“What’s with the clothes, anyway?” Tori was brave enough to ask, cocking an eyebrow at the t-shirt she
wore.
“Right now, your friend the most important person in our world. Considering she doesn’t let it go to her
head, she could really change things for all of us.’ Carson tossed over her shoulder without looking
back. The French braid that ran down her back swayed as she walked. “She needs protection, but we
can’t drive down the highway with an armored vehicle and six escorts. Marcus Novak would be on us
within minutes. A disguise might just buy us enough time to get you to the drop off.”
“Are backroads not avable?” I asked.
“Marcus is gonna have those monitored first, considering they’re smaller and more likely to be used by
you fugitives.” Dex said with a deepugh, like two boulders shing together. I looked back to where
he tailed us, unable to refrain from cracking a smile.
“The highway is just as dangerous as the back roads, but it’ll save us a good two hours.” Carson said
from the front, increasing her pace to where Alec and Kade had to help me from tripping over
everything.
I kept eyes on the ground, stepping over the stray roots and nts. I nearly fell to the ground as my
foot slid on a patch of mud. It was Alec’s arms underneath my shoulders that kept me from being
coated in the d***y substance.
“What a dangerous soul-eater you are.” He smirked low in my ear, sending a flood of emotions through
me that were not appropriate for the time and ce.
The ess road was a thin dirt road that stretched off into the forest. The tree’s parted for the little dirt
road, allowing just a sliver of the cloudless sky to shine overhead. The air was brisk and cool, much
different from my time spent in the twin’s pack, where the sun and humidity were constantly at war.
This time I didugh as we came upon a navy-colored minivan. It wasn’t the floral seat covers that
made me chuckle, but the wide array of bumper stickers on the back. One said “my child made honor
roll this year!”. Another read, “Dog mom!”. On the back window were a cluster of those stick-man
families. A muscr looking stickman posed a s the father, along with a mother, four children, and a
dog.
“Just another family traveling for vacation.” Dex grinned, patting the hood of the van with a firm hand.
“Is this thing even safe?” Tori asked, lifting an eyebrow at Dex.
“Oh, you bet it is.” His smile widened as though this question pleased him. He led Tori around to the
side of the van and opened it up. “This thing is full of reinforced steel and bullet proof ss. Doesn’t
even weigh her down.”
Apart from the mix of country and rock music trickling through the dull speakers of the minivan, there
was nothing but silence and the whoosh of the passing cars to fill my mind. I sat at the very center in
between Alec and Kade, while Tori sat in the far back.
“So, how do you know Jaspar?” I asked, finally finding the courage.
Dex and Carson nced at one another, a long look that just screamed silent conversation.
“Mr. Fox is–was a High Table member. He knows a lot of people, werewolves and humans.” Carson
responded in a tone that let me know I’d get no further information. Her emotions weren’t ones of
aggression or anger, just fierce protectiveness and a professionalism that most people could never
aplish.
An hour of mountains and steep inclines passed before we had no choice but to stop. Both Dex and
Carson agreed on stopping at the smallest, most decrepit gas station to ever grace this earth. It was
nothing more than a small shack, big enough to fit a handful people at the very most. An old-fashioned
cash register sat on top of a fold out table. A very disinterested looking man stood at the table, picking
at something beneath his nails.
Carson went inside the shack for the four of us, getting bottles of water and insignificant snacks. Both
Tori and I headed around back to where the cashier imed were bathrooms. What we found was one
of those portable bathrooms, and from the looks of it, it had been sitting her for longer than either of us
had walked this earth.
“At this point, I feel like it would be safer to go into the woods and use the bathroom.” Tori snorted,
though thement was one hundred percent urate.
“Were you not able to go?” Kade asked with a tilt of his head, once we both returned.
Tori and I scrunched our noses in sync, “No, that bathroom is a safety hazard. Hazmat should be called
immediately.”
Carson was a bit disgruntled at having to stop again, but it was better and faster than venturing into the
forest. Yet another deste gas station with an extremely questionable bathroom, but it was an
improvement from thest one. We remained out of sight the entire time, hidden behind the tinted
windows of the minivan. After another half hour, I was beginning to grow tired. Burrowed in Alec’s side,
my eyes fluttered. I hovered on the cusp of sleep when I was ripped away, my eyes torn open as anger
and determination radiated from four of the people in the vehicle.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, pulling away from Alec to look around.
We were still coasting down the highway, signs and other cars whizzing by. No matter how hard I
looked, I couldn’t see anything amiss.
“Let’s hope not.” Kade grunted from where he sat, turning around to wake Tori up.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, cracking her neck with a soft groan.
“We’re being followed.” Dex answered, all humor gone from his face.
If anything, I think I preferred theughing, joking Dex. Serious Dex was downright frightening. It
brought more attention to his hulking physique, which wasn’t as muscr as it was mountain-like.
Carson pulled a cellphone from the pocket of her cargo shorts and ced the phone to her ear.
“Coming up on exit 74. We’re being followed by a ck Nissan. How is traffic from your standpoint?”
She asked, forcing the words from her mouth in rapid session.
“There are others up ahead?” I asked, leaning forwards in my seat.
“You didn’t think we came alone, did you?” Dex smirked in the rearview mirror. “It was too risky to have
the others get close, so we have them stationed at different points on the highway. They’ll let us know if
anything is up ahead.”
“S**t, they must have spotted us somehow.” Carson cursed, pulling the phone from her ear to type out
a message. “Traffic ising to aplete stop within the next fifty miles. We have twenty minutes to
get off–“
“WATCH OUT!” Tori’s scream was timed perfectly, as a Mack truck veered onto the median from the
other side of the highway, and into the leftne where we currently were.