Jason’s POV
The entire day passed with our pets circling the side house like they’d been enchanted.
Those little bastards kept returning there so often that we finally gave up and let them stay.
As if that bitch had cast some spell over them, they refused to leave her side.
Fluffy, I could understand—he knew her from the past. But Vixen? That stubborn thing was even worse than Fluffy. No amount of threats worked on her. And now that we knew she was pregnant, we couldn’t do much but let her have her way.
On the other hand, Rafe had gone off on a hunt of his own—searching for any tomcat in the vicinity that could’ve possibly knocked up his precious feline. He was fuming, as if it wasn’t his pet that got fucked, but his woman. That wild, possessive beast inside him had fully awakened.
When he returned home, I asked, "Found the bastard?"
"Found and threw all of them down the hill," he replied casually, dropping onto the sofa like he’d just accomplished something grand.
"You should’ve just shot them all, so none of the bastard is left to even look at her again," Lucian added.
I nearly rolled my eyes. "It’s a cat. You really think you can stop her from giving in to nature’s call? If she doesn’t breed with another cat, will she breed with you wolves?"
"She doesn’t need to breed anymore," Rafe declared firmly. "Once she gives birth this time, I’m taking her to the vet. She’s getting neutered. So she won’t go to any bastard ever again."
"I am relieved that you’re not planning to take her to the vet to abort the pregnancy," I said dryly.
"This is the only time she’s allowed to have the babies as killing them is a sin," Rafe told.
And he wasn’t wrong. None of us ever harmed a child, even if the child belonged to our enemies. Born or unborn, none were ever harmed. But the adults... they paid in full.
While the bitch was left in the side house with our pets, Roman came to join us.
We were still waiting for Kael. He hadn’t returned for lunch, and now it was evening—we were supposed to leave for the council meeting soon.
"Where do you think he went?" Roman asked. "Maybe Sophia’s caused trouble?"
"I don’t think so," I replied. "Maybe he just needed some time alone. He’ll be back soon."
Just as I said it, we heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive.
Kael had returned.
No one asked him where he’d been.
He looked straight at me. "We need to leave."
I gave a nod, grabbed my trench coat.
Kael turned to the other three. "Stay alert. Keep an eye on the security systems. If anything happens, let me us know immediately."
They all nodded in unison.
Lucian added, "Don’t worry. When you return, we’ll have a good meal waiting. A little feast, courtesy of me."
Lucian was trying to ease us of worries, but we knew better—he was equally ready to face any attack if it happened tonight.
Earlier, Lucian and I had already made sure the estate’s entire perimeter was secured. Reinforced. Watched.
Kael and I left in his car, trusting the other three to protect that bitch.
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After traveling for more than an hour, we finally arrived at the land where our pack shared the border with two other packs—the neutral territory that belonged only to the werewolf council.
It was here that the grand estate of the Werewolf Council stood.
An imposing structure, isolated from the influence of any one pack.
The council was formed by six elders, each once a powerful Alpha of one of the six major packs still in existence.
To serve the council, they had break all formal ties to their former packs. They lived here, with their families, in homes built within the boundaries of the vast council estate—separate from the world they once ruled.



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