#Chapter 312 – Reinforcements

Cora

Hank and I are tangled in the sheets of my bed, talking softly to each other about nothing, when suddenly I hear a pounding on my door – a dangerous, feral, fervent sound.

“What the hell is that,” Hank gasps, sitting up and whipping his head to look towards the front of

my apartment.

“I–I don’t know “I stutter, fear racing through me. The pounding halts for a moment and we both sit there, frozen, not knowing what to do. Then, suddenly, a voice breaks through the silence.

“Cora!” it shouts, and my jaw drops a little because…well, because I know that voice. “Open the

damn door, Cora!”

“Oh my god,” I murmur, standing up and wrapping my naked body in my sheets – weirdly bashful in this moment. As I do, the pounding starts again.

“Do you know who it is?” Hank asks, hurriedly getting out of bed and pulling his pants on

“Yes,” I breathe, quickly switching the sheets for my robe hanging on the back of my door and

then rushing through the living room. “It’s fucking…”

But Hank, standing at the doorway to my bedroom, sees for himself the moment I pull the door

open.

Roger’s fist is still raised as my door flies open, but he drops it as he glares down at me.

“God damn it, Cora,” he growls, storming past me into the apartment, “don’t you ever check your

pho-

then Roger turns slowly and looks at

left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the hell out of

and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have

hour –”

the couch. I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is right

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I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and

me and wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about

up at 1, SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can

shout.” God, Roger, give me ten seconds! Obviously I’m coming!” I rip my arm from his hand and glare at him as I move towards my bedroom door, giving Hank a not–too–gentle nudge back into the

asks, all steady cool and deliberation. I glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a summary of Ella’s texts as I get dressed? I can’t do

I get the gist and my heart wrenches to think of what my sister is going through as I hurriedly pull on some sporty leggings and a t–shirt. After all that she went through with the pregnancy, I had thought this was over

one of Hank’s

the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking

cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right?

cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank

The yell and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it to

then I nod towards it. “Come on,”

to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my

ask,

ready,” he snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pa*s through

Hank,” I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the nice

I can hear the smile in his voice even as

respond, turning towards him, but suddenly I’m almost yanked off my feet by someone grabbing my

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