Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I say to Asher. “How much do we owe the pack?”
“I don’t know,” Asher says as he puts the car in park. “Dav asked me to help him remove the rest of that rival pack after we took out Nikolaos’s coven, but that’s it. We owe him far more than that. Far more.”
“Whatever he wants,” I say, and start moving out of the car with Alena in my arms. “I’m there for him.”
As we’re walking up the front steps, a sandy-haired man comes up to shake Asher’s hand. “Few more holes left to fix and we’ll be out of here. We have some guys coming in to take over watch duty in about half an hour.”
“You have our thanks,” Asher says. “What can we do for you guys?”
The sandy-haired man grins. “Actually, if you could order a ton of pizza for the day shift guys, that would be awesome.”
I can’t help but laugh. “They’ll get that and more. You on the night shift?”
“Yeah.” He points to the woods. “Most of us here are.”
I smile. “I’ll get you more pizza than you can eat and beer to go with it.”
Then I walk into the house with Alena.
The ceiling in the main room has been patched up. It’s not a permanent fix, but it will do until we find a new house. Dav said he has a couple of properties in mind that we could move into within the next week. And the best part is they’re firmly within his territory of the city.
“Are wolves and vampires always like this?” Alena asks curiously.
“We used to be. In the old days, a pack would protect a coven during the day. And a coven would protect a pack at night. But shit got funky during the Witch Wars,” I explain.
She nods before asking, “Can we check on Ambrose before we go to bed? I want to make sure my favorite brother is okay.”
Fuck. If he’s her favorite brother, the whole world is fucked in so many ways.
All of a sudden, I hear Fred scream in terror as something slams through my bond with Alena. For a split second, my thoughts go into overload, fearing the prophet is somehow back in our connection.
But then Alena cackles with glee at the look on my face. “Fredricka just went to say hello to her hubby.”
Delving deep inside my soul, I look in and see Fred, my beast, pressed up against a stone wall.
Because a dark shadowy gremlin is poking the poor guy with a clawed finger.
Pulling out of my core, I stare at Alena in shock. That’s what’s been living inside her?
Cackling with more glee, Alena loops her arm through mine. “She’s my little protector.”
Oh, fucking boy.
Walking upstairs, we gently knock on Ambrose’s door.
As I’m about to turn the knob, I hear Asher followed by Caden coming up behind us.
“Checking on Ambrose?” Asher asks.
“Yes.” I answer. “Alena wants to see how her favorite brother is faring.”
“Excuse me?” Caden erupts. “I’m her favorite brother!”
Alena turns to him and holds her finger to her lips. “Hush. I’m worried about him. He’s not dancing around or watching over me.”
Opening the door to the room, I peek in.
Ambrose is lying flat on his back in bed, which isn’t necessarily normal for him because he doesn’t sleep. But it’s not unusual, given how injured he is.
What is unusual, however, is the naked woman sprawled out on his chest. Her long blonde hair, spread wide like an open fan, completely covers Ambrose's face.
And there’s no heartbeat.
She’s dead.
He’s snuggling a corpse.
Stepping away from the door, I hiss, “Why the fuck is there a dead body in bed with him?”
“Again?” Caden asks.
I turn on Caden. “What do you mean again?”
Caden gives me a confused look. “Haven’t you noticed? He’s been doing this a lot lately.”
Alena steps delicately around me, takes a long peek into the room, and steps right back out.
Turning to Caden, Alena says quietly, “I’ve changed my mind. Maddox is my favorite brother.”
Somewhere below us in the house, we hear Maddox shout, “Fuck yeah!”
The End