Roane
As much as I hated to admit it, I should have listened to my uncles. I will definitely not admit it to them, but I made a mental note that even the unimaginable can happen once in a blue moon.
That is the least of my worries or problems right now because the person in front of me is not one of my oldest friends Tristan, but his wolf and he is not my biggest fan on a good day.
I'm a good six feet tall and I like to consider myself to be in fairly good shape, but Kesh was making it seem like I was nothing but a small rag doll in this moment and there was little I could do to stop him.
Staring at me wasn't even the Kesh I knew, but a savage wolf who felt like I was here to hurt what was his and I knew that things could instantly escalate, but I was so overwhelmed that I had little idea what to do.
My brain felt like it had completely stopped working and even though Micah was here, I knew that he would side with Tristan over me. I had no one to blame but myself for creating that fracture in our friendship, in their trust.
So, before he actually began to inflict any pain, I blurted out the only thing that I knew might help me, a little bit of the truth while concealing the full plan.
"Because I heard him. My wolf. I heard him and I know that it was because of her. I want her to help me."
The color that had filled Kesh's eyes was shifting and I knew that Tristan was trying to fight for control over his body, but Kesh still held me an inch or two off the floor.
Finally, I felt my toes touch the carpet and I knew that either Kesh had given in, or Tristan was back, but it was still too early to let my guard down.
"What do you mean you heard him," Micah asked but I didn't let my stare leave Tristan's face. I needed to be very careful with my words.
"That day, when we were all in Tristan's room and she, uh, cried out," I paused because Tristan instantly flinched at its mention, but I knew I had his full attention and continued.
"I felt drawn to her, like a pulling sensation and when I came back into the room right before they knocked her, I mean, put her to sleep I heard him, in my head, just one word, but I know it was him."
Finally, I let my gaze slip to Micah quickly and then right back to Tristan who had completely let go of my shirt now, thankfully, but I knew I still wasn't in the clear.
"So, is that why you're helping me, helping her, so that she can get you your wolf, or ask her to try?"
"No, of course not. F*ck Tristan! We had no idea that she could do any of this when we decided to help you get your sister back. She's your sister, you are one of my best friends. That's why I'm doing this. For you!"
The moment that the words left my mouth I felt like an absolute bastard! Because it was true. That is why we had all wanted to help him. Tristan was more of a brother to me than a friend.
Even my grandparents and Uncles had treated him like a member of the family. Damn, some of the pack members even like him more than they do me.
So how had I suddenly turned into this person who I don't even know, this version of myself that I didn't know because those words were true.
Tristan moved towards me, and I almost flinched, but when his arms came around me, it wasn't to harm me, it was to hug me.
And didn't that make me feel like the biggest piece of sh*t ever. "I'm sorry," he said as he embraced me. Tristan wasn't one for big shows of emotion, but he was truly such a big softy at heart.
Pulling back, he looked at me, "I felt the pull, the desire to be there for her, with her. If she can help you access your wolf, then I'm sure that she will try, but it will be completely up to her."
Stunned at his sudden change, all I could do was nod. A part of me knew that I should tell him that my uncles wanted to make her part of Silver Moon, but I didn't have it in me to ruin this moment.
"So now that you two have kissed and made up can we talk about what the f*ck we are going to do about trying to get back into Blood Mist?" Micah looked as enthused as ever, but I knew better then to take him at face value.
Noel had mentioned a fae in Rogan's use and I knew that it was Micah's brother. There were no other fae that we have heard that Rogan worked with before, but I didn't know if this was going to complicate things for him.
Tristan was running his hands through his hair again and I knew that he was conflicted about what to do.
I watched him slump forward and throw himself onto the couch. "I don't know what to do. I have to go and see if he's alive for her right. I mean I can't just leave him there. If I do, she'll hate me, right?"
Micah looked up at me at the same time I looked towards him, and then we both looked to Tristan.
He still had his hands in his hair, he was leaning back and looking up at the ceiling, but it was obvious that he was at a loss on what to do.
"If we are going to send someone to get Vit and Rogan's nephew," I said trying to get my brain working on being helpful but before I could continue, we heard, "Eren."
"His name is Eren, not Rogan's nephew," came from the small blonde leaning against the door frame that led to Tristan's room.
Unsure how much she had seen or heard, I just stood there looking at her and waiting to see what else she would say because I knew she wasn't done.
"Make a plan to go in as soon as possible because if you don't, she will go herself. She'll give herself up to have him set free. She didn't say it, but I know that's what she'll do. So, make your plan and make it fast."
She turned and went back to the room. None of us spoke again for a few moments.
I knew so little about this girl, but she was definitely more formidable than I had given her credit for. She may end up being a problem later on, but if she was right, we would need to move fast.
Tristan got up and walked to the room, he was only gone for a moment, but when he came out, he closed the door.
Little would it do, all three of the people in there were wolves and if they woke up, they would be able to hear what we were saying regardless, but whatever made him happy.
When he came back out of the room, he went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge, but instead of a beer, he pulled out the gallon of chocolate milk.
It was so unexpected that I couldn't keep the laugh from escaping my mouth. "Lose your nerve for a drink," I chuckled, and he scowled at me before he chugged right out of the container.
"You're the one who said to set a good example for her right," he said wiping his mouth on the back of his hand after he chugged about a fourth of the gallon.
Apparently, he wasn't finished with it because he placed it on the counter beside him before he spoke again.
"What do we know about Noel," he asked softly. As I started to tell him what we knew, I saw Micah take out his phone and he seemed to be reading through something.
Micah wasn't just in charge of all of the IT portions of Aspens computer systems, he had been a part of Silver Moon's surveillance team for a few years and had quite a bit of a dossier on Blood Mist.
As he read off what was in the file about Noel, I tried to remember my personal encounters with him. He had been the one who had come with Dylan the first time I had met her.
Thinking back to that day was easy, but as I ran through the entire morning, I recalled those same feelings that had unsettled me when we first met.
I should have dug deeper or done something to get her out to Aspen sooner, or again. Noel had been good to her, and she had even seemed comfortable with him once she had been separated from Rogan.
My memories of that day were so easy to recall because I had been thinking about her so much, but as I pictured her in my head from that day, I realized the differences in her appearance from then and now much easier.
How had a few months changed her so much? Maybe it had something to do with those charms or the geas itself, hell, I had no idea. If I can get the blonde girl Lecia to trust me, maybe I would ask her.
But right now, I couldn't get the image of the girl that had gotten out of that black SUV to coincide with the girl who I saw lying on the bed a few days ago. Nothing was harder than seeing her continue to be broken down.
Dylan was beautiful, I had thought it the moment I saw her that day at Aspen, but the woman I met in the conference room was other worldly.
A warm sensation ran through me, and I wondered if my wolf thought or felt the same as me. Not for the first time, I wondered what would happen to her if her mate was truly gone? Would she be able to find another?
Before those thoughts could get me into trouble Micah had jumped up on the counter next to Tristan and taken the jug of milk and poured some into a small glass.
"I'll go with a small group, no more than five, but neither of you can come. Rogan knows you by sight," he said jutting his chin out towards me, "and you can't leave Dylan alone if something happens," he directed to Tristan.
Even though I wanted to argue or disagree with him, we both knew that he was right. Tristan turned and grabbed the glass out of Micah's hand and drained the cup before slamming it down on the counter so hard the glass cracked.
I swear, sometimes he's such a child. I walked over to the kitchen, but the two of them were already lost in their little squabble. Micah had grabbed the jug and he drank directly from it while staring right at Tristan.
"Why should you be the one to go? You have nothing at stake. I have to go. I have to do this for her. I have to give her something, do something to make up for," but Tristan didn't get to finish because Micah poured the rest of the milk over his head.
For a moment we were all frozen, even Micah's hand was still as he held the jug upside down and let the contents pour over Tristan.
The sound of the milk dripping from his hair and nose and hitting the floor was the only noise that could be heard in the room, and I knew better than to break the silence.
Micah finally slid off the counter, making sure not to land in the puddle of milk surrounding Tristan's bare feet, and walked towards the front door.
"Once you're done washing up, take a nap. I'll be back later." And just like that he walked out the door.
Tristan stood there as milk still continued to drip from his damp hair and I had no idea what to do, but I knew I must have missed something when I had gotten lost in my thoughts.
"Tristan," I called as I looked around for where to find a towel or something to help dry him off, but he just held up a hand.
In any other circumstance this might have been funny, but right now I just couldn't figure out what the f*ck had actually happened.
Micah and Tristan's relationship had always been like this, I mean, not like this, but intense I guess, but I thought they had gotten much closer in the past few months.
Not wanting to push him or anger him any further, I just stood there waiting for him to tell me what to do, but he didn't look at me when he started talking.
"Gabe, call your uncles and grandfather to meet us this evening. We will meet here in my suite with Dylan and her friends. Tell them to be here by seven."
Then he turned and walked to the smaller room I knew he intended to have Dylan use, and he closed the door.
With no reason to stay any longer, I left his suite and the mess behind, and went up to my floor. The elevator moved quickly and even lost in my thoughts I had gotten to my floor, in the door, and to my shower without a problem.
My mind was all over the place. Things had escalated quickly with Tristan, then taken a turn there with Lecia, and then gone completely haywire with Micah.
I stood under the water and tried to get my mind to focus. In the past few days, I haven't focused on the business and have had Xavier working on everything for me, but this wasn't me.
There seemed to be more things about Dylan that we needed to know, and I needed to find out what my uncles knew.
If they were planning something they must have considered by now that Tristan was a huge factor, they had to look out for so it must not be bad, right.
By the time I was about to get out of the shower I felt a bit better, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to rest with all of this pent up aggression and frustration.
Exercise was my go to outlet, but I couldn't shake this feeling, this nagging ache that had only intensified the more I thought about Dylan.
Gods, I feel like she has almost consumed not just my thoughts, but my whole life because she was all everyone could talk about. Even now I closed my eyes, and her face filled my mind.
Leaning my head up against the tile made my face cool instantly, but it hadn't stopped the rush of desire through me and straight to my d*ck.
F*ck, my cock was fully erect, and I knew that I would have to take care of this before I could go to sleep. Taking my hand, I gripped myself tightly and began to slowly slide up and down from tip to base. It has been so long since I've been aroused like this.
With my forehead leaning against the tile, I stood with my back directly in the stream of the shower jets, as I slowly slid my wet hand up and down.
Finding partners to take care of these needs has always been easy and I've had plenty of human and wolves as partners, but not once has the mere thought of one of them turned me on as it did now.
Even though I knew I was a bastard for imagining my friend's f*cking sister as I pleasured myself, I couldn't stop. Dylan wasn't just gorgeous she was powerful and that was not just enticing, it was exactly what I desired.
I let my hand tighten a bit as I recalled her face and her scent and the way that she had looked when she was sitting in the room in her silky pajamas. A moan escaped my lips, but I kept my eyes shut as I worked my self a bit faster.
The next images that filled my mind were not of her smiling or laughing, but of her yelling at her friend, at her cries, and that scream that seemed to call the rain down from the heavens and try to turn the world to hell.
My mind pulled up the moment I had come into the room and seen her shattering to pieces in Tristan's arms and it was the glow that had filled her eyes in the moments before she had fallen unconscious that I had finally found my release to.
I stood there for a few minutes longer as I realized what I had just done. There was no denying that I didn't just need Dylan, I wanted her.
Finally, I dragged myself from the shower, but before I could even finish drying off, I heard my phone going off from where I had left it in my room.
Walking over to it, I saw that I had messages from Ezra, Blane, and Xavier. I read through the first two quickly and sent a message to the two of them and my grandfather about Tristan's request.
It was when I read Xavier's message that I dropped the towel I had wrapped around my waist, Rogan is requesting a meeting with you tomorrow and he has requested you bring along Dylan Solamier.