Chapter 162
Heather
For a second, Serena’s lower lip trembled, and I thought I’d gotten through to her, but then she shook her head. "No. I don’t believe that. Not at all."
I kept my mouth firmly shut. If there was one person I didn’t want to piss off, it was Serena. She’d been my friend—no questions asked—from the beginning. She’d helped me through when all I’d wanted to do was run away from St. Francis’s. And when I’d sucked at running and kept falling out of windows, she hadn’t made fun of me. Much. "I just don’t want you to get disappointed."
"I—" Serena stopped in the middle of what she was saying, and turned to the door.
It took me a second to figure out what was going on, but then Donovan came into the cafeteria, and started our way. Maybe he’d be able to reach Serena, because I sure as hell wasn’t getting anywhere.
She laughed at something he must’ve said through their bond. "Donovan is going to keep you company while I talk to Leslie. I’ll be back in a sec."
There wasn’t any point in trying to stop her.
Donovan took Serena’s spot at the table He wore sweat pants and a T-shirt and his black hair was still messy from his run. His clothes gave of the scents of cedar and grass and dirt, and it almost made me jealous.
Maybe a run would clear my mind. Help me figure out a way around these visions.
"She’s checking on Leslie, eh?" Donovan asked, bringing me back to myself.
"Yeah." I’d already said my piece to his mate. I didn’t need to repeat myself.
He jerked his chin toward the table in question. "There’s still something off about them."
My fork dropped to the plate with a clatter, and I glared into his glass-blue eyes. "Oh, come on. We’re not doing this."
Donovan raised his eyebrows. "Not doing what?"
He had to be joking. "I just had this conversation with Serena. I know how the whole mate thing works. There’s not a chance she didn’t tell you."
He gave me a wicked grin, and I knew trouble was coming. "Aye. But what you don’t know is that I agree with you."
"You do?" Mr. Langdon had been all—everything’s fine. Donovan hadn’t said a word. Why now?
"Yes. I do."
"What do you know?" I leaned toward him, lowering my voice. Pesky Weres and their super-awesome hearing. "Why are their bonds missing? I thought they couldn’t leave the pack without putting in a formal bid to Mr. Langdon."
"That’s true enough. I don’t know what’s going on, but I think you’re going to find out. If this absence of pack bond is spreading, then we need to find the cause. Just... Don’t say anything to Serena until we’re positive. All right?"
Whoa. I didn’t keep much—if anything—from Brent. "Do you think that’s wise?"
"Keeping my opinions from my mate?" One side of his mouth quirked up. "Not usually. But she made her side clear enough with you, and I’d rather not start an argument that won’t get us anywhere."
Who knew? Even the great Donovan—one of the all-powerful Seven—was afraid of pissing off his mate. The idea was a little preposterous, but then again—I didn’t like upsetting Brent either. I’d done it. But that didn’t mean I liked it. That left me with one last question. "Why can’t you keep an eye on them? You’re probably way better at this pack bonds stuff than I am."
He raised an eyebrow. "In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not of this pack. I’m an alpha, and can use that to overpower and override the pack bonds if necessary, but this needs more finesse. An insider’s look."
"But your mate’s in our pack." When Brent bit me, I’d become part of the St. Francis’s pack. I figured it would be the same for Donovan and Serena and their mate bond, even if they hadn’t gone through with their bonding ceremony.
"Doesn’t work that way. I’m already the alpha of another pack."
"So, what about Serena? Is she still part of this pack?"
"Until she and Presley decide to let her move to mine. She’ll keep it for as long as she’s here, and I think that’s best." He leaned forward. "I’ve heard through Presley and Serena, but I want to know what it is you’re feelin’ from them. I’ve not experienced this before, and that’s sayin’ something to me." His Irish accent thickened, and I finally knew that someone else was as worried about this as I was.
"I don’t know what to say except that I can’t feel them. It’s like they’re there, but they’re not." I sighed. "It makes no sense. Which is why Mr. Langdon blew me off when I brought it up. Shouldn’t you be talking to him about this? He’s the alpha."
"What makes you think I haven’t already?"
The tension on my shoulders relaxed. It seemed like a good sign that two alphas were really talking about the problem. "And?"
"Nothing. If they’ve withdrawn from the pack, he’s not feeling it." He leaned in closer, speaking so quietly that even I could barely hear. "But last night, he gave that group of boys from the Canada pack a direct command and they disobeyed. I backed the command and forced their obedience, but I shouldn’t have had to. He’s their alpha. It may be that Rupert Hoel’s influence went deeper than those we’ve caught. There’s still a major player out there, and I’ve a fine idea who it might be."
Holy shit. That was bad news. Only someone more alpha than Mr. Langdon could ignore his commands, and they weren’t more alpha. At all.
"Who?"
"I think you might know. It’s one who got away."
It hit me then. They’d kicked one of the Seven out of the Council. The one who hated me. Ferdinand. "Do you really think it could be?"
"Aye."
"But you didn’t say anything when I brought it up before."
"It took me longer to feel what you were getting at. I like to suss things out before actin’. Get fully aware of the situation. If you feel anything else out of the ordinary, let me know. Just be aware that if that lot wants to leave, that’s fine by me. They’re welcome to go their own way, but they need to make formal bids to Presley and they’ll have to tie to the Seven until they find their new packs. It must be done properly, or they’ll be considered lone wolves. And if they align with Ferdinand... I’d like those youngsters to avoid that if possible."
My stomach churned, and suddenly I didn’t feel much like finishing my omelet. If the pack was breaking up, then how were we ever going to defeat Luciana? We needed to be united if we wanted to stand the slightest chance of surviving.
Serena came back with a tray of food. "What are you two talking about?"
As much as I didn’t feel like eating, I reached for my fork and shoved a big bite in my mouth. I was crap at lying, and if I even tried, she’d smell it.
Man.
Visions of death. Hiding things from my best friend. Today was a real winner.
You okay? Brent’s voice came through our bond.
It used to weird me out when he did that, but ever since I came back from the compound, it felt natural. I found it comforting that no matter what, I could rely on him. He was there for me. Yeah. I think so.
If you’re still stressing about your visions, don’t. We’re going to figure it out. I promise.
I hope we can. Because if we couldn’t rely on the pack, we were going to need every bit of help we could get to stand against what was on the way.