just know it.”
Dietrich cursed under his breath, while Wolfram’s expression turned concerned. “Are you certain?”
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Klaus just nodded. His skin itched and his gut twisted, the desire to be by his mates’ sides so powerful it hurt. The private jet, even if incredibly fast, seemed to go with the speed of a turtle. All conversation ceased, the atmosphere ripe with tension and the knowledge of what was at stake.
As soon as the plane landed, Klaus wanted to leave the airport.
The pendant burned in his pocket, as if demanding to be followed.
But the many reinforcements they’d brought demanded organization.
Even if they’d be useful in the fight against Joseph, right now, they just seemed a nuisance.
After what felt like forever, they at last left the private airport.
Cars waited for them. From the outside, they looked like simple human vehicles, of various colors and sizes, but they had been specially manufactured for the spirit wolves and held various improvements, weapons, and bulletproof windows. Klaus got behind the wheel of the first one, positioning the map and pendant within view.
A small point on the map showed their current location. It traveled in the general direction of the main Parisian area. Klaus followed it like he would a GPS, just like Hewitt said.
Behind him, the convoy of vehicles followed, each at a reasonable distance away so that they would not draw the attention of humans. It wasn’t unusual for stars to come visiting Paris, but stealth might come in handy.
Slowly, but surely, they progressed through the traffic. The pendant began to glow brighter, as if letting them know they were approaching their target. At this point, Klaus drove almost on autopilot, his whole world focusing on the whisper of the magic telling him where he needed to go.
At last, their journey ended when they reached a small section of the former warehouse district, now transformed by a series of modern projects. It was hard to believe the eclectic beauty of Bercy served as hiding spot for ferals, but the magic couldn’t lie. Already, Klaus could Star-Crossed Mates
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feel his mates closer. The bond with Clay and Ross, even if unfulfilled, guided his steps. He would not disappoint them, not this time.
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Chapter Five
Clay cracked his eyes open, trying to shake his dizziness away.
His head throbbed with an atrocious pain, but even through that, he recalled what happened. He and Ross had been captured by Joseph Garou.
Clay had never met the feral before, and what he did remember now was hazy at best. He struggled to focus his vision, and when he managed, he found with surprise he’d at one point been relocated from the Parisian streets to a large, airy room. The luxurious furniture and stylish decoration created a picture that seemed torn from a designer’s catalogue.
But as Clay tried to stand, he realized he could not. He was cuffed and chained to the floor, like some animal. Silver manacles squeezed his wrists in a tight grip, burning his flesh. Clay tried to pull harder, aching to be with his mate. Panic coursed through him. Where could Ross be?
No matter how much he strained against the cuffs, he could not break their hold. It seemed the owner of this chamber, probably Joseph, made some modifications to the original concept.
The sound of approaching footsteps alerted him to a new presence. Before Clay could free himself, Joseph appeared in his line of sight. “Well, well. Sleeping Beauty is awake. Welcome back.”
Clay glared at the other man. He wouldn’t give Joseph the satisfaction of showing fear. “Thank you,” he replied sarcastically.
“Although I have to say, your hospitality leaves a lot to be desired.”
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Joseph laughed. “I see why my pet is so smitten with you. You’ve got spunk.” His expression turned wicked and his eyes roamed over Clay’s body. “I look forward to tasting it.”
Clay barely managed to
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