Still, if we made it to our appeal, we’d have them all to our?—
My thoughts cut off sharply as my eyes snagged on the wall beside our cell door.
Upon it was a mural I’d worked on for days. It had been a huge galaxy with made up planets, and spaceships.
But it had been ruined.
In the middle, there had been a huge moon, one I’d painted over the other day, turning it from full, to a crescent.
MyCrescent moon.
Finnian had made fun of me for being sappy, and I’d given him a black eye.
But now, white lines surrounded it, depicting a rudimentary cage locking it in.
Beneath it were the words:‘She’s never getting out’.
“So.” Bug’s voice was distant against the ringing in my ears. “We shouldn’t have much trouble now you have the Redgrave deal, right? I know Sterling’s paranoid—but they're Wakefields, so what’s new?—”
He cut off as he saw the ruined mural.
“It’s just a threat.” Phantom’s voice was tight. “Everyone is tense after last night. Redgrave said they’d give us protection at the same time as they put a target on our back by putting you both in that cage.”
Right. Everyone had seen our omegas far too up close.
Crescent was currently in my arms as I sat in her nest.
The Emerald pack had sent a few alphas to get breakfast, but we were staying near the cell today. We weren’t risking shit, Redgrave protection or not.
When they returned, they gave us an update. The Redgraves had had a few alphas around the area overnight, but no one had seen who did it.
“We keep our heads down for now, let everyone cool off after last night,” Vandle said.
I nodded, then jumped at a squeak. “Sorry,” I whispered, having squeezed Crescent a little too tight. But it was hard not to be worried.
“The Redgrave protection, it’s enough to deal with Holden, right?” Crescent asked, looking around at us.
“Best protection there is,” Sin replied. “But not everyone in this place is… rational, so we have to be on guard.”
Of all the alphas in here, Holden’s pack was gunning for us the most. But it also meant the Redgrave watchdogs would have noticed if they’d been prowling around last night.
“He’ll be killed if he tries,” Phantom added. “Dweller or not, he doesn’t have enough allies to go up against the Redgraves. No one does. It’s why they came at night—they’re not bold enough to do it in the open.”
Politics was all about allies, and who was connected to who—and we had one of the most powerful packs on our side thanks to the damned show.
“I’d feel more comfortable with better planning,” Vandle said.
“The Wakefields often leave the cell open overnight, right?” Phantom asked. “We could ask them to keep an eye out.”
Sin nodded. “Six days to go. Our job from now on is to keep our heads down. Only go to the gym if we need to keep balanced, and avoid busy areas with Crescent unless we have enough allies available.”
The ‘we’ in that sentence I knew translated to me. The buzzing insanity, always lurking on the edge of my mind, it was louder now, since the cage and the threat.
I had Crescent in my arms, and even just touching her made it quieter, but I wasn’t like Vandle—one bond with a scent match to banish the insanity. She was making me better, but an inch at a time.
Still, he looked tense.
I understood.