Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 347- The Lair

Sinclair

Things move quickly once we arrive at the point of entry. Everything has been planned to the letter so that even our arrival is quiet, covert, in the darkest hours of the night when we’re least likely to be seen. Each of the cars filled with our men has parked at different points in the surrounding blocks of the city so that when we do converge on the sewer, we do it in near silence and darkness.

Roger and I are there first and, in preparation, we contact our father at home to let him know that we’re in position. Once we’re in the sewers, our ability to speak with him will be limited 1 it will just be us down there, along with whatever we find.

Dad replied readily, letting us know that all is well – if not a little tense – at the bunker. I smiled a little at the message, thinking of Ella and Rafe safe and worried. Of Cora pacing anxiously, waiting for Roger. It’s not that I like thinking of them being upset but, well. It’s nice to be missed. Nice to be able to think of someone at home loving you, wanting you to come back.

“Ready?” Roger asks, giving me a nudge and pointing down the road to where the first of our men are begin to approach. We meet each other’s eyes, knowing that it’s time. I give a slow, deep nod to my brother, and then he slides the manhole cover to the side so that I can slip in. I drop to the floor of the curving sewer below, all of my senses on high alert for anything odd, anything strange.

But as I look around, scenting the air, there’s nothing off – and nothing fresh. No signs of anyone here now, or anyone around in the past few hours. When I’m sure, I look up at my brother, who peers through the entrance above me. Then I beckon with my hand.

Come, my gesture implies. It’s clear. Or, it is at least for now.

Roger drops into the sewer with me and then we prowl forward, our hands free and our hackles raised. The wolf within me is on high alert, a growl already rumbling in his chest, his eyes sharp, his teeth sharper. As we move forward, I hear my men start to enter the sewer as well, tiny splashes letting me know as each one arrives.

them. Each of our men carries a weapon – some guns, some close- combat tools like knives and tasers. Roger and

memorized aligning perfectly with the reality. We turn to the left when we come to a junction, and I hold up a fist in the air, asking my team to stop. This, I know, is where the test

our forces and count twelve men behind us, which

switch on the radio that’s there attached to the strap of my bullet-proof vest with velcro. Everyone else does the same, ensuring that we’ll be able to stay

that it’s not so important if we’re quiet anymore – Because

boots splashing through the water as I head directly for the door that I know is 100 feet

feet now, and we’re almost running -25, and it’s a

corner towards the lair, ready to rip to shreds anyone that I find inside – But as I turn towards the door, ready to throw it open, I find that it’s already ajar dangling off its hinges. My heart pounds with

room and looking around. ” We’re too fucking late.” Another growl is my only reply as I signal my troops to stop the charge and set up a perimeter around the door, which they quickly do. Then, I step inside

tables and chairs that the priest

Roger curses, pounding

and surveying the room. “There

his eyes at

say, my mouth curling into a grin as I lift my nose and

moment to detect it as well. “You’re right,”

then I look at him curiously. “What do you think?” I ask. “Is it…likely that he would