Convalesce (Book 2 in the Wolfen Brethren Series)

Distraction

"Did you see Niall's face? Poor guy" chuckled Ju-long, his smile quickly turning into a scowl at the hard punch he received from Blake. His arm throbbed in pain and a small smudge of blood leaked through as one of his fresh wounds were tugged open.

"Thanks, now I'm going to get shit from Niall once this chat is done" glared Blake furiously, his jaw clenched as he fumed at the predicament Ju-Long had put him in it.

Niall was no push over and expected to be included in every aspect of Blake's life which made sense because they were mates. However, with the way things were going it just wasn't possible, they had to keep all their cards close to their chest if they wanted a royal flush.

"About that, what the hell is going on? I know this isn't about the damages because though it's seemed like absolute carnage there was hardly any serious damage" questioned Simeon as he reluctantly left his daughter and Jana inside the tent. He really wanted to be with them at this time but this all needed to be cleared up first.

"It was almost as if it were a ruse, a distraction of some sort" chimed Blake sarcastically, his finger resting on his chin as he pretended to ponder the situation.

Simeon snorted at his silly behaviour "we all know it was. The prisoners are gone just like we suspected they would be" shrugged Ju-long, words dismissive as he played the situation off.

"All of them?" Gasped Blake, earning himself a cut eye and kissed teeth from Ju-long

"Of course" he replied dryly.

"Good, that's very good..." mumbled Simeon ignoring the natural banter and ribbing between the two males. Blake acted stupid and Ju-long always hit him with that dry sarcasm. They were like two siblings constantly winding each other up.

"What happened to the person who let them go?" He questioned curiously, things adding up in his mind as he tried to visualise their next move.

Things hadn't gone exactly to plan but it hadn't been so unexpected. The timing wasn't perfect but they had gotten all that they needed. They were one step closer to where they needed to be. All they needed to do was make sense of this carnage.

"People, as in more than one. One traitor was smart enough to leave with the prisoners but the other one ..." interjected Ju-long his fingers waggling as he indicated that there had been more than one traitor.

"Well what are we waiting for boys" grinned Blake, his hands and neck cracking as he charged off in the direction of the main camp but came to a grinding halt when he realised that no one was following him.

"Are you not coming?" Questioned Blake, shock lighting across his face.

Simeon merely shook his head, arms folding as he stood by the tent. Blake's mouth opened as if he was about to say something biting but Ju-Longs strong pinch shut him up. Blake's hands raised in a defensive position as he backed off.

There were some unspoken words between Simeon and Ju-Long before he turned his back on them and headed back inside the tent, ignoring Blake's mumbling under his breath.

The flap of the tent swung open, Niall's head tilting up as he sighed in relief.

Poor Niall looked as if he was about to self expire and practically flew from the tent the moment he saw Simeon. Cursing under his breath as he stormed out, thunder across his face.