Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I stare at Noah, shocked by the stress he’s been silently carrying. “Are you going to go?”
He frowns. “No. It was nice while it lasted, but it’s over now. I found the Moonborn.” His expression softens, and he reaches for my cheek. “I found you.”
“You’re not sorry? You didn’t like your job?”
He hesitates, and I know he does. I’m hit with a flash of Noah at a wedding, and he seems happy.
“Are they your friends?”
His expression closes off again, and he shrugs. “I thought we might be friends. They learned ASL.”
I blink in surprise. “That sounds like they care about you. I didn’t think the Blackthroats cared about anyone but the Blackthroats.”
I feel Noah’s sudden stab of pain as if it’s my own.
“No, they are good people. Brick comes off as a hard-ass, and he can be, but he was always more than fair with me. His mate is–was–” Noah winces, “a friend of mine.”
“Catherine Adalwulf was barely allowed a relationship with her children by their father.”
“Brick’s mother.” Noah nods. “I heard something about that. The war between packs has caused unnecessary suffering. But Brick isn’t like that.”
He pulls out his phone and scrolls before showing me the screen.
It’s a picture. I take the phone to study it better. It’s a group photo taken in some sort of conference room where everyone is dressed in business attire. Noah’s off to the side, but still included in the group. Even though it’s obviously a work function, everyone looks relaxed and happy.
“Is this the Blackthroat pack?”
“These are the top wolves–Moon Co’s Executive Team.” Noah points to one young woman, a slim brunette with shoulder-length hair who’s looking up at a much bigger, bearded man. She’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but there’s something about her face. It’s almost as if she’s spotlit from above. I feel lighter just seeing her smile.
“That’s Madi, my friend,” Noah says. “She’s Brick’s mate. A human.”
Yes–the human. I remember our visions of a human who would be the Blackthroat’s downfall. Odin and Aiden were excited to have our enemies weakened.
Judging from this picture, it looks like the human is not only part of the pack but a central part. And the Blackthroats aren’t weaker, even though everyone in my pack would say Brick mated with a “lesser” species.
The Sight grips me, darkness swirling around me.
“Aster?”
My fingers spasm, and I hear a thud as Noah’s phone hits the carpet before I’m lost to the world.
A vision’s coming on. A big one.
Noah pulls me close, steadying me so I don’t hit the floor. Don’t fight it. Let it come, he murmurs in my mind.
His strength pours into me, and I feel so secure between his arms. I let my head lean against his shoulder. He steadies me when I quake with the power flowing through me.
The images flit through my mind so fast I nearly don’t catch them. There’s Madi, sitting at a restaurant table with a stately older woman who looks a lot like Madi, except she has gray hair. They’re both sharing a meal, and everything looks normal except… there. In the corner lurks a narrow-faced woman with long brown hair, watching Madi with malice in her gaze.
Vera.
Her smoke-gray aura swirls over the humans, a green-black taint tinging the edges. The dense miasma covers Madi, blocking her from view.
Something horrible is happening. When the smoke clears, Madi is slumped over the table, and the older woman is screaming.
I gasp and come back to the room. I’m on the couch lying in the circle of Noah’s arms. He must have moved me here when the vision started.
“Easy.” Noah rocks me a little, soothing me as if I just had a nightmare. Which, I guess I did. “I’ve got you.”
His gentle tone helps my muscles relax a bit more, but I’m still aching with the force of the vision. My back is clammy with cold sweat. I rub my eyes, and let Noah help me sit up and drink some water.
He watches me with worried eyes but doesn’t pry. If Oma were here, she’d be impatient to hear what I Saw. Not Noah. He’s worried about me.
I sigh and lean into him, indulging in the moment. Noah’s got me. He’ll keep me safe.
But then I remember what I saw and lick my lips. “It’s Madi. Something terrible is going to happen.”
Noah’s forehead creases, but he simply rubs my back, soothing me. The rest of my muscles unclench, so I tell him the whole vision in a rush. For once, I don’t have to hold anything back.
Noah won’t let anything hurt me.
I describe Madi and the older woman and how Vera was lurking in the background.
He frowns and leaves my side to grab his phone. “Was this her?” He shows me another picture that looks like it was taken at the same event. Madi stands next to an elegant woman with short gray hair.