Page 103 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

What? We were? When were you going to share this with the rest of us?I snarl at Raven in my head. As usual, she doesn’t answer me.

“We?”

I fight hard but let go, letting her take over before the headache becomes unbearable. She holds on, then steps back, like it was all a test or a game.

I try not to howl in rage.

“Mm, we. Raven says Father knows who you all are. Has done for years. If you have contingency plans, the time is now.”

“Raven?” Yvonne asks sharply, standing up straight. “You know Raven?”

Pix growls. “She is Raven.”

All eyes fall on me.

“Kind of. We are…Raven and Kestrel at the moment,” I say in exasperation.

“Call Desi, Sari, and Bonnie. Get everyone here now,” Mitchel snarls and whips around, glancing at me.

Pix looks lost. “Raven? As in?”

I go and take a seat at the counter, watching the chaos, watching the comprehension bleed into Pix’s eyes. The knowledge that I’ve always been in his life, one way or another, even if he’s never met me. I am, after all, an honorary member of the RIP Alpha club.

Whoops, should probably have mentioned that earlier.

When the others show up, so, too, do our alphas. The packs collide, past and present, future and all that potential for anarchy.

I sip the coffee I’ve been handed and watch them all file into the house.

“You ran away,” Blaze growls.

“No, I knocked you out, then relocated for my own protection. I had a job to do here anyway, so two birds and one stone while I was flying past.”

“She talks!” Desi squeaks.

“It’s a miracle. Now, if only I could walk on water, that would really blow your mind.” I wink at the poor, confused alpha.

Mark doubles over, struggling to breathe. “Pix, if you don’t want her, I’ll take her.”

“I can’t get a hold of Sari,” Bonnie murmurs.

I don’t react, not even showing I’m paying even the slightest bit of attention to the omegas.

“We’ll try her later.”

I set my coffee cup down, watching as Roseland silently walks into the room. He’s a jaguar among wolves.

“Does everyone here know about the serial killer known only as Father?” I say, watching Roseland and only him.

The room goes still, the stillness that only comes from people suddenly feeling a chill of danger so extreme they react without conscious thought. Detective Aaron Roseland turns very slowly, so he’s facing me.

“Raven.”

No one hears him speak. Raven and I lift our mug to him. His face softens, and he sags before he moves towards me like I’m all he can see.

But I’m confused because how does he know Raven so well? But she won’t explain, so I don’t bother trying to ask. I just focus on the information she wants me to share.

“Well, I’m here to tell you he knows about each and every one of you, and he’s coming for you. You should all run, and you should run right now.”