Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hex
"You're sure about this?" Ghosts asks. "He hasn't been the most reliable. Honestly, I'd take a bite out of him on principle if you let me."
Ghost has been our leader for an eternity.
On the outer appearance, we look like a typical MC, but there's more to it than that.
The cover of the MC gives us the vibe of a certain amount of expected lawlessness that makes it easy to hide in plain sight.
People believe what they see, and most never bother to dig deeper.
"After all this time, he's decided to make an effort. If I don't give it a fair shot, I'll always wonder what could have been."
"You better make sure before we allow him in the inner circle. Having Cipher look into intel under the guise of the MC is one thing, Mason getting in on the deeper details is quite another."
"Then you understand why I have to do this. I have to step away for a while and spend time with him. It's the only way to close this loop so we can all move on – one way or another. I'm not going to risk Nefarious with something I haven't done my due diligence on."
"I know. We also can't afford to lose you, Hex. You're our only witch. We need your skills."
"It's not permanent. And if there's an emergency, you know I'll come.
Besides, if this works out, we'll have a whole wolf pack and a coven as resources.
" I don't mention the possibility of also being able to tap into a demon legion because, while I picked up on the loose connection to the Obsidian Shadow Pack, I'm not sure it's a viable resource yet.
"Logically, I know your mating could have a strategic benefit. It's also risky. At this point, it could go either way." Ghost waves his hand toward the door. "Now get outta here. You've got mates waiting."
I leave Ghost and start packing. The clothes are easy, trying to decide what magic-related supplies I might need, not so much. I've got to keep it to the necessities. There's only so much room on my bike. Not that I'm expecting trouble, but I like to prepare for it.
"Before you head out, come down for drinks," Fisher, one of my MC brothers, says from the doorway of my altar room. "Me and the rest of the flurry want to send you off right."
"You act like I'm not coming back."
"Be honest, man. These are your Fated mates. If it comes down to it, they'll win every time."
I knew Mason's connection to his pack was a factor in the decision he made to let me go.
But as I listen to the resignation in Fisher's voice, I think I might be starting to understand how much of a conflict he carried inside.
In my mind, I've not questioned I'll be back with Nefarious once a decision has been made about the mating status.
But what if Mason isn't willing to do long distance?
What if Kory decides trying to decide between the Pack and Nefarious is too much?
Am I willing to walk away from my life for them?
One step at a time, I tell myself. Before any big decisions are made, I need to find out if we can make it as partners and mates. Surely, there's a solution where none of us has to give up everything.
"I'll be coming back, Fish. You'll see. You assholes can't get rid of me that easily." I plaster a smile on my face and follow him down to the rec room, hoping I'm telling the truth.