Previously...Bunny had a stupid idea...
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A body huddles in the corner of a cell, stiff and vacant eyed. There's a chill in here that wasn't present amidst the mass of bodies in the bunker. The same artificial light hits the same grey cement, except I'm sure it absorbs the light instead of reflecting it back to me, making the room dreary and oppressive.
Goliath follows me faithfully, still under his Heir Alpha's instruction. It's comforting, like Milton is still here to keep me safe, even when he can't be.
"Asa?" I'm not sure how to address him. Mr Green would be weird, right? But Asa feels too familiar?
His eyes turn on me. I shuffle, nervous. Afraid of him, afraid of myself around him. And afraid he's not who I hope he is.
But Sunny has faith in him. Sunny believes he can change.
"You're the Heir Alpha's bitch," he says, looking me up and down like I'm filth.
I feel flushed, hot despite the cool air. This is too much, all of it. I fight off the dizziness and force myself to concentrate. I straighten, hold my chin high, and try not to suddenly need the toilet. This is one of those times when my frozen, rabbit in headlights look is useful. A sign I'm not submitting.
I should have thought about what I would say. Maybe written cue cards. I was just trying to get here before losing my nerve.
Eventually the man frowns. "You got something to say?" His eyes widen. "Is Samson okay? Is he dead?"
I shake my head. Wouldn't he feel it? Is that a thing? Shit. What if Milton is dead and I can't feel it yet?
"No. But he will be if we don't win this battle."
"My Alphas promised his safety."
"And now he's fighting for his life, so well done."
He closes his eyes. "I didn't start this. I tried to stop it. That's why Sunny let me out when the invasion began, so I could work from the inside. But I only have so much power." He shakes his head. "I've told your people all I know. I'm not sure what more I can do."
So his pack doesn't know who he is bonded to? Or they do, but they trust him still? I'm confused.
"Sunny is safe...for now. But he would never forgive us if we didn't save his pack. The children trapped in the town hall shelter. Innocent pups playing in the schoolyard one second and caught up in a war the next."
He gives me a hard look and I sense he sees right through me. Knows I'm using his own trauma to fuel my case.
"You don't have to convince me. Just tell me what you need. I heard your men leave. How do you plan on rescuing anyone without fighters?"
"We have fighters. But not enough. We need to draw them away from the shelter."
"How?"
"We're, uh, still working out the details."
"You don't know."
"Whatever the ruse we need to feed it to them convincingly. We need them to trust the source."
We need to trust it too.
I study him. This man is cruel by nature. Sly by trade. No mate bond can change a person's core. Their soul. That would defeat the purpose. But Lady Luna has a plan, or so I've been told. We just have to hope that for some reason she might be on our side, instead of all the others she is connected to. For all I know she might have given us this double-edged man specifically because she wants the Ghostpines to be victorious or something cruel like that.
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