Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

I clear the street and stretch so I can move across the street staying as close to the floor as possible. I stop against the side gate and reach for the lock. I pull the lock to break it as quickly as I can. I open the door. "Against the gate behind these trees," I instruct the king to go first.

He crawls the same way I did and stays along the gate as instructed. I follow and gently shut the gate. Where the f*** did he get gloves from? Did he bring those on his own or has he been wearing them the entire time? I take the lead again and crawl to the window with the shrubbery covering it. I release my claws to pull the screen out. The window is already open. "Go," I tell him. "Quietly,"

He growls at me and climbs through the window. I go in after him. I hate new houses. They have no character and it takes the people who buy them forever to make them homey. I hated the house Darren had built for us. Not just after he died, but his whole plan from the start. If I had ever had a say in where I would have liked to live, it would have been a loft. Somewhere that used to be something cool. Like a factory or a newspaper printing place. Places that have a history of scents and a second chance at being more than what they were created for. New houses have this sense of resentment to me. They're the places that represent everything we had to endure to get it. It says, look, here is the thing I built with the blood of all those lives I took and ruined.

From the master bedroom on the third floor of this house, I can see that it's the target taking a shower. His mate is sitting on the bed in a silk nightie putting on lotion. I know her. Not personally, but she was a sorority girl for Orfilia Arianelle Luna at Redwood Tech. She tried to recruit Morgan and me because of our academics, but the older girls laughed and told her we were downtown trash.

She's done very well for herself. Her mate is in the King's parliament. She's in the Luna Queen's inner circle. Her pups can't be older than five. It doesn't change anything but I probably would have hesitated if it were. It's why the minor details can't matter in jobs like this. The target comes out of the bathroom with a black towel around his hips. He approaches her. She smiles

y and they kiss. I look away giving them some privacy.

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okay?" the King whispers.

up at him

"Yeah, are you?" I ask him. He looks down at his gloved hands and shrugs. "Since you took the liberty to bring Jordan with you, may I ask if he can be excluded from the wedding team?"

"He won't be there. No one you work with will. I gave the assignment to lycans I don't mind losing," he shuts his eyes like he's ashamed about what just came out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry," I find myself saying.

"It's

s not like I haven't already been doing just that," he shrugs it off.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"You don't have to do that with me. Put on a brave face, I mean. I feel what you do, remember?"

"I guess I've never thought of what my orders look like so as long as they get done," he lines up the tips of his fingers without looking away from his hands. "They're just words to me. I never stopped to think of what doing them would do to the person delivering the order. I know what it feels like to do something f****d up. You're just teaching me all kinds of ugly s****it, huh?" "More like exposing you to it. You know it could potentially be ugly to carry out any order given. That's not a bad thing in my opinion. You're the King. So far you've proven to be an all right one. Your soldiers should follow your orders. They're meant to protect them and their families,"

"What's the difference between your orders from the Wraith and mine?"

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"He's not building anything. He doesn't exactly have an objective He fancies himself a god. We're not his family. We're not his pack. We're pawns to him. So as long as we're useful cogs in his machine, he'll keep us around. There is a lot of gray area around him, but the truth is simple. The Falcon is a bad man. Those of us who serve him are grateful for the lives he has given us, but we've had to stay because we're scared of him. If he could do what he did to his best friend, what of the rest of us who don't mean shit to him?" "You've given this a lot of thought,"

"It's all I had the past five years. A lot of thoughts," n't you

"Don't I want to know what your life would be like without all this in it?" he asks when I peek over to see that the situation has escalated and the towel is now on the floor where the target had been standing. "No, I've

never considered it. My father was one of the greatest assassins for the crown in our history and he probably would have remained happy doing that if the Lockwoods hadn't used him as a scapegoat. Sure, he was exonerated, but his cover was already blown and he had lot of enemies. à not a good person. I've always known that. I've had countless opportunities to change that and I didn't. You feel bad for me because you're on the receiving end of my life. You want to repay me. I appreciate that, Lycan King. It's more than I deserve," "I'd say that it's cowardly of you to have given up so easily and early," he shrugs.

"I'm

I laugh and reach under my mask to scratch my nose.

"You are the first person to make me genuinely laugh since Darren died," I laugh again at his st***id expression. What an a***ole. "How f***d up do you think it would be if I kill him while he's f***ng his mate?"

"Don't do that," he shakes his head. "You'd completely ruin her,"

"Because waking up next t to his body tomorrow isn't going to f****k her up?" I smirk.

"You're all kinds of f***d up, aren't y you?" he scoffs.

I just wanted to speed things up,"

ine, but we're going to be here a while phone and sits on the toilet. I make myself comfortable in the tub. "Why do wear a mask?"

"I'm going to tell Jordan," he "he pulls out his

"So no one can see my face," I laugh again.

It's kind of self-explanatory.

the f***k they like doing like thick missions like this have a lot of blank spaces. There's no way for me to cover everything with such as small window. I check my watch to see it's ten o' two. It's still very early. Hopefully, the two other targets get their final hour of whatever "You seem almost relaxed," he says after going to fall asleep next to his mate blissfully and never wake up again.

this guy. He's

a while.

"You want me to be nervous? The fate of your people depends on this," I remind him.

I lean back against the wall and turn my head to look at him. He's nervous. He's attempting to keep his breathing even, but it's only serving to suffocate him. I sit up and crawl over to him.

"What are you-" he starts to ask, but I cover his mouth and pull him into the tub before straddling him.

"Relax," I whisper pushing him back. I lean in and lift my mask enough for me to be able to kiss him.

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"I don't-" he mumbles against my lips. I smile pulling his grip from the sides of the tub so he has something better to hold

on to.

A low grumbling sound comes out of him when he gives in and finally kisses me back. Our bond sparks to life and he growls when he slides his hand down my pants.

"You watched me put this on," I laugh pulling away.

"It just makes it that much more annoying," he looks up at me. "Why do you do this?"

"What?" I sit back and glance through the window next to the sink. There's a better view from here and I lay down on top of him.

"Try to make me feel better every time I'm about to lose my

Shit

shit

"It's going to be a long time before you can find any kind of peace. Work only gets you so far,"

"I want more of you," he whispers after a while. "I admit that I now have an insecurity,"

"Oh, yeah?" I grin. "Do tell,"

"I have to live with the fact that I wasn't enough to save Pernicious Phurry,"