Tangled

53 Clayton: His Mate

CLAYTON

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, revealing the penthouse lobby of the Silvermoon Pack’s largest hotel. I step out, my boots sinking into the plush carpet. Xavier and Lucas are already there, lounging on the leather couches like a pair of lazy lions.

“Clayton!” Xavier booms, rising to his feet. He clasps my hand in a firm shake, clapping me on the back with his other hand. “Good to see you, my friend.”

“You as well, Xavier.” I return his hearty greeting with a grin. “Lucas, always a pleasure.”

Lucas stands, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as we shake hands. There’s a tension in his shoulders, a tightness around his jaw. Something’s weighing on him.

We settle into the couches, the city skyline glittering beyond the floor–to–ceiling windows. Xavier leans back, crossing his ankles. “How were your flights, boys? No troubles, I hope?”

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I shake my head. “Smooth sailing for me. No sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

disturbances.”

Lucas’s mouth presses into a grim line. “I wish I could say the same. Got another report of a dead scout right after I landed.”

The air in the room shifts, the jovial atmosphere evaporating like mist under the morning sun. Xavier’s brows knit together. “Shit. Blackwood?”

“Who else?” Lucas growls, his fingers curling into fists on his knees. “He’s getting bolder, pushing further into

our territory.”

I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “What’s your game plan, Lucas? We can’t let this stand.” The Blackwood alpha has been a massive thorn in the

Northwestern Council’s side for years. There have been several scuffles between the two packs, but

Blackwood has even had run–ins with shifters outside

of the Northwestern Territories.

Lucas drags a hand down his face, his eyes hard as flint. “I’m working on it. But every time I think I’ve got a handle on their moves, they slip through my fingers like smoke. I can’t get my hands on solid proof to bring

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to the Council.”

to bring to the Council, my hands

if we make this a Council affair. There are

sent Jessa Grey back to her pack. We used the official excuse that she hadn’t asked for approval and was an unregistered guest in our territory, but

more, too.”

a weight in the air, a tension that goes

finally, the words hanging

falls over the

r’s

eyes

slightly as if the words have robbed him of

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to process this

echo, my voice hushed. “You’ve

nods, his expression a mixture of awe and anguish. “Yeah. We met at the Lunar Gala a few months back.” A rueful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You know

of colors and music, the thrum of anticipation in the air as unmated wolves gathered in hopes of

Xavier asks, leaning forward. “One of

ours?”

head, his jaw tightening. “She’s from

a ripple of unease through me. The Blackwood Pack has always been shrouded in secrets, their motives inscrutable. To have one of their own bound to the Westwood alpha…

ד דו

I ask

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Renard sanction this?”

Kellan instead of me. I’m too dangerous to keep around, even mated.” He

Lucas, a knowing glint in his eyes. “You rejected her, didn’t you?” His question isn’t a question.

reconciling. I left for a few days to deal with stuff at the border, came back, and

gone.”

the air

in his face, the torment in his eyes. My gut clenches

to vanish without a trace, it would shatter me. The mere idea of her being ripped away is enough to make my wolf howl in agony. He’s obsessed with her, and I have to admit that I am too. We don’t have a fated connection, but there’s something about

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want to let

swallow hard, pushing the thought away before

consume me.

conviction. “The Aspen Pack stands with you. We’ll leave no

your arms.”

whatever aid is required to bring

her again. It took a long time to find her. I hear Blackwood

arches.