“What the fuck was that about?” Damien snaps at me as Neah leaves

“Wind that fucking head in. I’m not here to help you.” I snarl back at him. His eyes flicker to my gun on the desk. “Go ahead, do you think that’s the only one?”

“ENOUGH!” Dane snaps

“You saw something when you were watching Neah, didn’t you?” Mallory asks with her brows knitted together. “The same as how you didn’t shoot me.”

I don’t answer her and turn my attention back to their leader.

“She was bound, right?” My guess was two or three times, which in theory should have killed her.

“Four.” Dane tells me “How the hell did you know that?”

“Hunter.” I mutter, trying to understand how she could have been bound four times and still be alive. But it did show one thing. How fucking powerful she really was.”Does she shift?”

“Not anymore. Why?”

“Her Lycan is the one responsible for pushing the darkness on her.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. We don’t have Lycan spirits.” Damien is shaking his head at me. “If that’s how you turn Rogue, that makes no sense.”

“You don’t, but I know what I see.”

They stare at me like I’m mad. A look I was all too familiar with. I laugh at them, so fucking predictable.

“I’m not in the mood for games.” Dane speaks, staring at me.

“Yet you let those fuckers in your life. You know that’s one of the things Rogues do, right? They play you to get what they want.”

I see Damien clench his teeth. He was so furious that it was fucking hilarious. “I am not a Rogue anymore.” He seethes

“So you told me. It doesn’t mean I have to believe you. I would rather trust what I see.”

“What does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounded like.”

“Damien, go check on Raven.” Dane tells him.

“Another Lycan?” I muse. How many were already hidden here?

“No. My sister.”

“I would want someone more trustworthy to check on my sister.”

“They are mates.”

“Another one? What the fuck is going on here?” Wolves and Lycans don’t just get paired up. I had been watching Lycans and Rogues for years, learning everything about them. Wolves were never in the picture, well not as mates. “Who was mated first?”

“Neah and myself. Why?”

“You know that isn’t normal.”

“World is changing.” Mallory mutters

“Yet one thing stays the same.” I rise to my feet again and move to the window, running their words through my head. “What’s the connection?”

“What?” Blondie mutters

“Neah and Dane. Damien and Raven. Blondie and Mallory. Who else?”

“It was Jenson and Jess. Jenson is Raven’s twin. Jess died.” Dane purses his lips together and glances at Blondie, “And now Jenson is mated to Blair.”

I raise an eyebrow, I did not see that coming.

“It’s not what you think.” Mallory tells me. “He got himself mixed up in some weird shit with her and now he is in the hospital dying. They aren’t fated mates. He claimed her.”

“Did he now?”

“He was pissed off with me.” Dane groans

“I can put him out of his misery.” I offer

“I’m capable of doing that.” He snaps back at me.

Fucking Wolves. They are all so damn touchy when it comes to members of their pack. there was nothing worse than seeing someone suffer. Their death dragged out in the hopes they would heal.

“Can he get information to her?”

“He’s in a coma.”

It takes a lot to put a Wolf in a coma. Something else must have been happening. Though I know he won’t be waking up ever. They never did. Yet as I look at Dane, I realise he has hope that the guy will survive. If he does, it would be a fucking miracle.