Chapter 148: Assassins Wolves
Zane~
This morning had been nothing short of a wild emotional ride. From the moment I woke up, everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of unraveling. Natalie still had a death grip on her handbag, clutching it like some invisible thief was about to snatch it from her. Honestly, it looked ridiculous—but I didn’t say a word. I trusted her. Whatever she was hiding in there, I knew she’d tell me when the time was right. Natalie didn’t play games, not with me.
So, I let it go and focused on the real issue staring us in the face.
She finally peeled her attention away from the bag and locked eyes with me—those sharp, fiery eyes of hers burning with expectation and barely contained rage.
"So what now?" she asked, her voice tight but steady like a blade being held to someone’s throat. "You stopped me from teleporting into Darius’s territory and ripping his damn throat out. Fine. But what are you going to do now, Zane? What’s the plan?"
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as I tried to think straight.
"Now?" I echoed, my voice low, grounding. "Now... we go back to the drawing board. We can’t just crash into Silverfang and take Darius down, not with Dexter standing in his corner."
Her jaw tightened. I saw it before I heard her bitter reply.
"Shadow," she hissed like the name itself was poison.
"The god of darkness," I confirmed grimly with a nod. "If he’s really thrown his lot in with Darius and Nathan, then this isn’t some petty power grab anymore. We’re looking at something a whole lot bigger. Divine warfare."
I stepped away, needing a few feet of space just to breathe. My thoughts were colliding with each other, and for a moment I just stood there, staring at nothing. Then I turned back to her.