Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

Chapter 187

Violetta is packing things up when I sneak into her apartment. I haven’t been here in years and the rose gold wallpaper we put up when she turned eighteen looks amazing. I had just finished field training and I thought I’d surprise her. Things have changed. The wall leading into her living room used to be solid and now it’s been turned into a bunch of tiny diamond- shaped shelves that hold her fabric rolls.

What was supposed to be a spare room was opened up to be a sewing and design space where she makes her clothes. The walls are a pretty blush pink with white polka dots. This place looks amazing. I love that she’s learned to be on her own.

“What the fuck?” she pulls a small handgun from between her boobs and aims it at me. It takes her a moment to realize it’s me. Obviously, there’s literally no one else who can hack her system. I created it. She drops her hand, the empty box under her arms, and gently says: “What the fuck?”

“I know. It’s a big change,” I agree. She all but runs to me and places the gun on the dining table before wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Did it hurt?”

“Just like shifting,” I shrug.

“You’re supposed to be the small one. I’m five years older than you,” she smacks my stomach and then presses her hand to my toned abdomen. “You’re in therapy again?”

“Yeah,” I nod.

“What are you doing here? You could have been seen,”

“You’re moving?” I avoid the questions.

“Not for a few weeks, but yeah,” she says taking some stuff off the tables in her living room.

“Did you get the tower finally?”

“I must have been drunk when I told you that,” she laughs and brings them over to the table where she left the gun so she can wrap them.

“We both were,” I nod.

“I just need something to do,” she clears her throat.

“Everything okay?”

one of the breeding sectors a few nights ago and-” she shrugs and places a vase on its side to roll it into the bubble wrap roll on the table. She stops for a moment shutting her eyes tightly. “They were kids. I

she hasn’t slept in a few nights. Her pretty long hair is greasy. The bags under her eyes are starting to get dark and

I saw Vy like this was when she left her pack. Right after her dad beat the hell

you go shower and I’ll make you something to eat?” I ask pushing some of her weird trinkets away

of the table.

sighs and

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this for her. The last time she tried to help me was after Darren died and Mackenzie disappeared. Morgan had just fucked me over and I

me. It means she’s tired and worst of all vulnerable. Two things you never want to be when being active. It’s a fast track to getting killed. Either by the assignment

been that long ago because her fridge is fully stocked. I start taking things out to make her favorite. Chicken alfredo. Domestic Vy hand makes the pasta in her pantry and I

by the time she gets back with her moisturizing routine and

you doing

help,” I say dropping the pasta

fucking hard–headed,” she glares at

“Yeah,” I agreed.

a lot of fucking lives, Perry. We also don’t have the manpower to do

love with my husband,” I admit. She stops massaging

“You think?” she laughs.

just because of the bond or

made you have this epiphany, Oh

goes over to the freezer for a couple of tubes. She then comes back and takes the top of the tube off before turning the bottom piece to reveal ice lipstick? She dips it into

fuck?” I

on the face. I haven’t been

I shake it off and continue making her food. “He’s a

him,” she nods. “But that’s not what made you

is not. I had a manic episode after the old man set me up

tube and shuts her eyes fighting back

told you to

“I have been,”