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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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.”

grave. “Without evidence to bring to the Council, my hands are tied.”

But that’s only if we make this a Council affair. There are

the droop of his shoulders and the shadows under his eyes. “We sent Jessa Grey back to her pack. We used the official excuse that she hadn’t asked for approval and

more, too.”

forward, my eyes locked on Lucas as he takes a deep, steadying breath. There’s a weight in the air, a tension that goes beyond the usual

finally, the words hanging heavy between us.

falls

r’s

eyes

mouth parting slightly as if the words have robbed him of speech. I can

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to process this

mate?” I echo, my voice hushed.

Lunar Gala a few months back.” A rueful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You know how

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

asks,

ours?”

jaw tightening. “She’s

unease through me. The Blackwood Pack has always been shrouded in secrets, their motives inscrutable. To have one of

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ask

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Renard sanction this?”

dangerous to keep around, even mated.”

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

I left for a few days to deal with stuff

gone.”

silence hangs in the air

settling over us. I can see the anguish in his face, the torment in his eyes. My gut clenches as I imagine myself in his position.

ripped away is enough to make my wolf howl in agony. He’s obsessed with her, and I have

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want to

hard, pushing the thought

consume me.

find her, Lucas,” I say, my voice firm with conviction. “The Aspen Pack stands with you. We’ll leave no stone

your arms.”

our full support, brother. The Silvermoon Pack will lend whatever aid is required to bring

to find her. I hear Blackwood started looking for her, too. That’s why I think they

arches.