The Black Wolf and her Mate

TWENTY ONE

Ava's POV

I'm glad I told Adam this time, and I'm even more glad that he didn't make me stay. I didn't really get the chance to tell everyone else because they have been busy with their work. I didn't like it, but I couldn't exactly do anything about it. 

It was now dinnertime and we all were sitting in the pack house. Adam's parents were away, so I was glad I didn't have to tell deal with meeting them and what I'm sure is their strong hate towards people like me, and by that, I mean assassins. 

The adult side of the table was empty as they were no longer in power. Adam was. He did not need the adults on his side. His father did. I was secretly glad I didn't have to meet anyone else and deal with their strong hate towards assassins. 

Kaden and his mate were here, filling up an extra two chairs. Everyone sat down for dinner and I cleared my throat. Everyone's attention was on me. "I'm sorry I kept a lot of stuff from you guys, and I'm not going to do that anymore." I started, apologizing first. They all nodded, accepting the apology. 

"With that said, I have to tell you something." I said. They all looked at me with anticipation. I took a deep breath before announcing "I have to go to the training grounds of the agency's academy tomorrow at five in the morning, sharp, along with Kaden." They all slumped back into their chairs and I could tell they weren't happy about it but had to deal with it. 

Just then, a voice spoke up. "I hope you don't mind me asking, Ava, but how will you make time for Adam and the pack, being our Luna, if you're still tied to the agency?" I looked up and saw that it was Emma talking. She was right. I hadn't thought about being this pack's Luna. As for Adam, I wouldn't have time for him when things at the Agency got back to normal. 

I looked down in shame. "I don't know." I whispered. Adam put a hand on thigh reassuringly. "I hadn't thought about it till now." I said. How can I do this? McAllister wouldn't let me refuse a mission. He'd put me between a rock and a hard place. I clenched my fists when I realized that this was his intention all along. How dare he?! 

I needed to punch something - and fast. 

I made a beeline for my room and changed into something more suited for a workout. Before I knew it, I was at the gym. I entered and started beating the heck out of the bag, picturing McAllister. I thought about what he put me through and what he will continue to put me through if I don't find a way out. 

He took me away from my family and after two years, he expects me to be alright with suddenly meeting them then having to leave - unintentionally - again?! He never gave a single shit about what I felt or what I had to do, and neither does he care about anyone else. Then it hit me. He's the person I have to take down. He's my next target. 

I was about to throw another punch when a hand stopped me. The only reason it was able to was because it's touch caused tingles to erupt. 

I gave the bag one last kick and watched it fall apart. I was not satisfied, not in the least, but it would do for now. 

I looked at Adam. His expression showed clear shock at what just happened while my face was expressionless. 

"What do you want, Adam?" I asked. He just gaped at me like I had grown two heads. "Nothing new." I shrugged, referring to the destroyed punching bag on the floor. He looked at the bag, wide-eyed, and looked back at me. He pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry." He apologized. 

What is he sorry for? What is he talking about? He must have sensed my confusion and looked at me. "I'm sorry I drove you away from the table, I'm sorry I drove you away from the conversation this morning. I'm sorry that I can't help you with what you're going through, I'm being such a horrible mate." He sobbed.