My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

I start to doze off, but can’t quite find sleep. I have no idea how long we have been driving at this point, but my butt is numb, even in these cushy leather seats. Mina is out like a light next to me, but I can’t seem to get Nickolas’ words out of my head.

‘I have a bad feeling about this mission, I have since it started.’ I know that I trust my wolf’s instincts, Osiston is the same way. I know we train so hard to get better and be reliable, but out in the real world, trusting your gut can sometimes mean the difference between coming home alive or dying on the battlefield. If his gut says this whole thing is going to go wrong, it probably will and we need to be ready for that.

I know he’s great at what he does, it’s why he has been in and out of Elite training since I have been here. He never misses a whole day, but he is constantly being pulled for information and insight. Osiston is the same, he’s just scheduled with us only once a week, maybe every other week if he’s on something important for Alpha Reggie.

We finally pull to a stop near a few other SUV’s that look exactly like this one. So at least we weren’t the only ones who drove in. That would have been helpful information for my bad mood when we started this journey. I fight another eye roll.

Mina stirs awake now that the constant hum of the car has stopped. We both stay silent climbing out of the same side, staying as close together as possible. We follow Nickolas silently to a cluster of tents set up military camp style literally in the middle of nowhere.

“Wh…” Mina starts to ask a question, but Nickolas just shakes his head and looks at both of us, giving a silent instruction not to talk for now.

while Nickloas holds the flap open for us. It

giant canvas tent you would see in an old war movie, but inside it looks like a computer nerd’s wet dream. There are tables everywhere covered in computer screens. Some look

watching buildings and sidewalks, but I don’t recognize any of the locations from anything I’ve seen here on the Royal pack lands, but I haven’t been very far either. I’m lost in thought, checking out all of the camera feeds, my brain trying to memorize notable landmarks so I

face, then he rolls his eyes and tilts his head wanting me

a stop. Nickolas reaches to a portable keypad nestled in the mess of cords on the table behind the computers

and Nickolas reaches down to pull

hinges make the six inch thick hunk of metal pull up like it weighs no more than a piece of paper. Nickolas ducks and starts walking down the metal steps, so we follow. As soon as we get to the bottom he hits

catches. This is just like when Kaley had her goons take me out to be whipped. I was pulled into that dark closet and had a bag thrown over my head, instant darkness. I can feel my breathing pick up and my heart is racing. I know this is different, but the panic is fighting to come out. My wolf is trying to calm me down too, but it sounds like she’s trying

hurt me. “Take a deep breath and open your eyes.” The deep, gruff voice is softer now with

“I’m good, I’m good. I just wasn’t expecting that.” I try to

talked