[1st draft] Bora's near-death experience caused a brief separation from Gemma, but to live in peace, he must end the Seven Shadows.
Bora Hawk, the polar wolf, has an unexplained target on his back. His enemies want him dead, caged, or becoming the...
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Gemma POV
Sitting with the seven in a hidden dining room of an empty nightclub. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was around vampires how this place is decorated. Black lace curtains, blood teardrop chandeliers to trigger their senses, alluring, and more sex driven. Or maybe I just haven't been around enough of them. But all the other wolf packs, they had more of a tribal demeanor. Light colored furs, and silks. More natural settings of different woods and bamboo utensils.
Cage lost himself. He was so lost that his only goal was to ruin the lives of others who didn't know he existed. Losing the physical feeling of Bora was the most terrified thing I ever had to experience. At least when I thought he was dead, we were still connected. Now? Nothing. Like being robbed out of your happy home. Precious jewels and memorable pictures, all swiped.
It left me high and dry as a tear shed from my eye. "How does it feel?" Cage's devilish smile grew colder.
I gave him a dirty look, tossed up the steak knife by the handle, caught it by the blade, and threw it at him. He moved his head to the side, and It stuck the landing on the back rest of his chair. "I hope you become a vulture's meal."
"I think I'm in love." He held his heart with sarcasm. "It's only the beginning."
"The beginning of your end."
"Don't worry, precious darling. Your suffering will be deceased." He threw his head back with a deep chortle. "Get it. If you die, your suffering will end." He further tries to explain himself and gestures away while drinking wine." He slid a glass with aggressive force. "Have some. It might be your last."
"You're foolish. All that confidence, and where did it get you? Holding a grudge against people who didn't even know you. Which means you have none."
He growled deeply and stormed over to me, snatching my chin to face him. "Careful. Don't ruin a good plot. I would like to slaughter you in front of him. How about we prevent it from being premature." He threw my chin.
I didn't make eye contact. "Fragile." I didn't hold my words either.
He inhaled, arms out simultaneously, and exhaled long. "We're not having any fun! We didn't come this far to drop the ball, did we?"
"No boss," Stan fake gangster grin with a curled lip as though he knew Cage's next move.
Dotty breathes, "We are wasting our time on this small fry. We have a bigger elk to fry. I mean, we got the white house-"
Cage slammed his fist on the table. "Do not speak unless you are spoken to."
Tannen took a bite of his honey rosemary butter roast elk leg. "He's right," with a mouth full. "The more time we waste on them, the less time we have to put in what really matters."
Before Cage could speak in anger, a two-tone fellow, with ice blue eyes and natural red and black hair like Cruella Deville, spoke for him. "No he isn't. In case you two idiots forgot, we can't have his kind exist because he will never stop coming after us. Especially after what took place in Alaska. He is a threat. Get your head from between your crotch and get prepared for the war he will bring."
