Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

"Would you also like their origin profiles?"

Yes, I nod and glance back at the king. "These are all your traitors, my King. Come take a look,"

"Holy s***t, said the Little Wolf," Silas says looking at all the names coming up. "Jo, are you seeing this?"

"Looks like we're going hunting after our wedding, Little Wolf, We can't come back for the coronation with all these f***ks surrounding us," he breathes out almost relieved as his eyes scan all of the names popping up.

"There are so many," Silas shakes his head disappointedly.

"Perry, send these files to my tablet. Let me take a closer look. You made me a promise. I want all of it back and ready to be used immediately."

"You got it." I nod. I jump when his hand grips my jaw.

"Thank you," he whispers and leans in to press his lips to mine.

I watch hint step away to start making calls. Silas stays at my side until he's sure that the King is distracted enough

"I'd be the first to bend the knee in your name," he whispers. "You deserve everything he'd be willing to offer and so much

more,

My head swims and I shake it off. I turn away not knowing what to say, I transfer the locations on the monitor to the electronic table screen in the center of the room and open up a map. This guy seems worldly because he deals with people all over the globe, but there's no way in hell he's letting his brother out of his sight.

So far, he's shown up every time the King has baited him. There has to be a pattern or something tracing back to one location. I bring up the tracker we put on him. He's somewhere near Nova's rogue villas on the other side of the country at the moment.

"Bring up locations this tracker has stopped for longer than a couple of hours," I call out. The locations come up on the screen. There are four locations near us. "Silas,"

"Yeah," he comes over to me.

"What's here?" I ask. He taps on the surface of the table to bring up the satellite footage.

"That's the cemetery," he waves me over to him to the other side of the platform where there's a view of the cemetery. "That's gotta be where he stays," I say going back to the table. "See? That's where the tracker stops every night," "That's kind of sick," he whispers.

"He could be in his Lycan form. That's probably where his feral instincts take him," I cross my arms over my chest. "When I first woke up from my comma, Crystal would take us to the oak tree where we first shifted: 15 she buried there?" "Yes," he nods. 1.Squared, bring up vitals of the trace,"

His vitals come up. He sleeps there. Four to six hours a night. Instead of asking the computer, I bring up the other four locations. On the first two, his vitals are elevated. That means he was doing something that upset him or got him excited. Killing or f**g would be my guess they sometimes come up the same. Depending on the person. When Violetta kills, her heart doesn't dance the way mine does. It remains calm. That doesn't sound like something a Lycan can do in general, much less a feral one. 08:07 Sat, Chapter 76

The third location is near here and by his vitals, I know he's just around to watch. His vitals are neutral. Not always elevated. Not always calm.

This is one of the things Elena, Darren's mother, taught me. How to read people. There aren't very many who can control their body to hide their reactions. I was always sensitive to everything around me. Exepcially after my mom passed. When I started living with Morgan and her family, I was terrified. Any little movement in the darkness had me up.

My time with the Red Wood CPS really f***d with my head and it remained that way for years. It was Elena who taught me to turn it into a weapon. I couldn't help my instincts, but I could use them to my advantage. Everyone has a tell. A tick. Something that sets them off. Mine is sudden movement.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"All locations and accounts confirmouldy

How like to proceed?"

"Make a list of each profile and send it to King Mouth Breather on my contacts," I instruct.

"Confirmed,"

Silas takes a deep breath and tries to hide his laugh with a cough A moment later the king is standing beside me.

"You said you wanted me to send you everything so you could get a better look," I remind him. He bares his teeth at me and goes over to the sofas.

"I got them," Jordan comes in shortly after. "And they're cold,"

"This time for real. No interruptions," I say ripping the plastic off one of the bottles shaped like a nos tank. The king watches me carefully as I turn the lid to release all the pressure. When he's satisfied, he goes back to his phone. "What now?" Silas asks.