Page 5 of Feral Edge

"What is it, Chris?" Cian asks, addressing the man on the left rather than the fuming one on the right.

"Derek is on the move. According to our insider, he's been making moves to accumulate more land and power since the trade."

It's only been three days, he's pushing for the full moon.

"He's planning something for the full moon." I blurt out.

"Let the fucking adults talk, pup." Not Chris says.

"Trevor," Cian barks back at him.

Trevor mumbles something under his breath, then steps back to the side, using Chris as a shield.

"If you don't have anything useful to contribute, then go the fuck downstairs." Cian orders.

Trevor huffs and hits me with a dirty look, then stomps his way downstairs like a scolded child.

"We'll be down in a minute. Go make sure he isn't doing something stupid."

"You," Cian aims a wicked smile my way. "I know what you did in the shower. Your wolf told on you. Expect punishment later. Get dressed."

Dressed in the clothes Cian left for me, I run my fingers through my still damp hair and wait for him to emerge from the closet.

Cian's room is a moody experience, not unlike Cian himself. A green so dark it's almost black color on the walls, matching bedding and curtains really makes the dark walnut trim and beams above the bed pop.

"Rethinking my offer? You haven't even tried the bed out yet?" Cian purrs from behind me. Right behind me, he presses his chest to my back, lowering his lips to the crook of my shoulder and presses his lips to my skin. Warmth spreads down my spine as he drags a sharp fang along my neck.

"I think my mark will look gorgeous right here," Cian whispers, kissing the left side of my neck.

"I haven't agreed to anything with you." I remind him.

"You will." He says without a lick of doubt in his tone.

"Come on, we can talk over that food you've been complaining about."

7

Cian

Elijah reluctantly shared some insight into how Derek thinks and runs his pack. Unlike his father Derek relies on scare tactics and brute force to keep the pack in line. All manor of manipulation to keep his beta in his bed all the while fucking his way through any hopefully willing members of his pack.

"So you overheard Derek speaking with an unknown person and referring to a plan that would include the full moon ritual, correct?"

"Yeah, well mostly. I'm not sure what the plan was other than the obvious obsession with power." Elijah says.

I take every thing Elijah says with a grain of salt, his sudden willingness to chat about his ex-alpha and pack is a bit suspicious.

"Is that guy going to stop walking by?"

Elijah cranes his head around to watch as Trevor walks past the slightly open door to the small room were lounging in again.

"How many times?" I ask.

"Five times."Elijah says. "Six," he adds suddenly.

Elijah stands, I watch transfixed as he walks away from me to slam the door, I assume in Trevor's face.

"Oh, I don't like him." Elijah says loudly. He pops another grape into his mouth crunching down on it aggressively.