42. Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty
Willow
R: W WHERE ARE YOU??? CHECK IN RIGHT THIS MINUTE.
The message from Rowan came in five minutes ago.
The second I see it, guilt hits me like a slap across the face.
After finding those poor mice, everything happened so fast. Although I planned to reach out to my sisters earlier to warn them about Pack Mordred, I allowed myself to get dickmatized instead.
Not good. Very not good.
W: I’m so sorry. I’m fine, but both of you need to be very careful. Extra watchful.
O: What’s happened?
R: WHERE ARE YOU? G’s going ballistic.
W: He needs to calm down and focus on your safety.
O: Please tell me what’s going on before I panic-spiral.
W: They left something at my door… not sure how much I should say on here.
R: Time for a new safe house ASAP. I’ll contact G and C.
W: NO. I’m not leaving. Going to face this head-on. It’s time.
R: I can’t lose you, too. Don’t be selfish. You have to run.
O: Why don’t you want to go?
W: I promise I’m safe. I’ve moved in with my scent-matches.
O: OMGGGGG. I wish I could meet them. How do I grill them and give them the sister speech if I can’t meet them?
W: Wish you could too. You’d love them, though. SO MANY TATTOOS.
O: Swoon.
R: Gross. Don’t try to change the subject.
W: ?
O: ?
R: You can’t stay there. Good dick isn’t worth dying for.
W: Promise I’m safe. Hopefully they focus on me. Maybe it will lead us to A.
R: DO NOT RISK YOURSELF. They are so fucking dangerous. We don’t even know if A is alive.
O: She is. I can feel her.
R: What does that even mean?
O: It’s a twin thing.
R: Cue eye roll here.
W: I love you. We’ll find her. BE CAREFUL.