“I didn’t tell him. Kurt figured it out,” he says quickly, making me laugh.
“I wasn’t saying you told him. I was going to ask if you know him,” I laugh, shaking my head at my uncle.
“Oh...well, no. I have no idea who he is, but I swear I’ve seen him before,” Uncle David answers, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks out the window behind me. I then begin to describe the wolf to Kurt, watching his eyes light up as he turns to where Carolyn and the man sit.
“If I’m not mistaken, that’s Carolyn’s friend, Devon,” Kurt answers with a frown. “He seems harmless, but I agree that there’s something wrong with this situation,” he adds, lookingat David. “Think we can gather a few of our own spies to watch him?”
“Spies?” I blurt out in shock. “We have spies?”
David and Kurt look at one another before sighing. It seems I wasn’t supposed to know this.
“Kaylee and Amelia came up with the idea of training a select few wolves who can blend in with a crowd the way this Devon can blend in. We can’t tell you who they are, but know that we never had any tailing you,” David explains, giving me a sad but reassuring smile. “As much as Kaylee hated you, she would never agree for us to spy on you.”
For a moment, I feel hurt that my aunt and uncle would even think about placing spies on me. Then I felt happy knowing Kaylee never thought to do that and never agreed to it. But there’s still one thing on my mind.
“How do you know about them?” I ask Kurt, getting a sheepish smile from him as he scratches the back of his neck.
“I helped Amelia and David train them while you went off to save Kaylee,” he admits, making me scoff. Of course Kurt would know how to train spies. He kept his niece and the remainder of his birth pack hidden for years.
“Well, let’s put a few on Devon and see what he does. Something tells me our peaceful life is about to change with him around,” I state. I’m sure I’ll learn more about the spies in this pack someday—I see no reason to worry about them now.
With more to do today under Uncle David as his beta in training, we leave the guest house and make our way toward the meadows and greenhouses. With each step we take, I feel Devon’s gaze watching us. I turn back once to see if I can spot him hidden behind a window, but he seems talented at concealing himself. The unease inside me grows, and I decide that once I’m done with my training for the day, I’ll talk to Kaylee about my concern and make sure she knows not to be alone with Devon.
22
Devon
Watching as David, Kurt, and Lucas leave the guest house, I wonder how I got lucky enough to find all of the people Alpha Ramos is hunting for in one pack. As far as we knew, Lucas and Kaylee had been spotted leaving Shadow Moon after the now Alpha Titus had killed Alpha Jordan. From there, our men informed us that Kaylee and Lucas had taken refuge in Ivory Fangs, the closest pack to Shadow Moon.
Imagine my shock when I climbed off the bus to find Amelia, David, Kurt, Kaylee, Lucas, and Simon standing in the crowd as they welcomed the newcomers and the Council wolves. It wasn’t until the welcome dinner that I was told that Amelia is the mysterious Alpha Rose, and her beta—Beta Lilac—is Kaylee herself. There seems to be more to why these two ladies kept their identities hidden, though, and I have a feeling it has something to do with Alpha Ramos.
“Devon?”
Jumping back from the curtain, I turn to find Carolyn waiting by the door, her hair combed back into a braid and her bright eyes staring at me with hope. Wondering why she’s here, I leave the window and walk towards the girl who keeps clinging to me despite my obvious irritation towards her.
“Do you need anything?” I ask Carolyn, and her face lights up with a smile.
“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to explore the pack with me. Maya says she’ll show us around,” Carolyn answers, reaching out and taking my hand.
I glare at her, taking my hand from her grasp none too gently before looking over my shoulder and back at the window. I have the feeling that David and Lucas recognize me, but I can’t be sure. I need to call Alpha Ramos and update him on the situation before I can walk around Ivory Fangs freely.
“I have a bit of a headache and was just about to rest,” I lie to the she-wolf, turning back to see her smile fall. “How about we go to the packhouse later tonight for dinner? We can tell Beta Kaylee the roles we’d like when it’s our turn to join the pack.”
This seems to be the right move—Carolyn lights up once more.
“Okay, sounds good. Get some rest, and I’ll come get you when I’m back.”
With that, Carolyn turns on her heels and rushes away. She’s a nice girl with a nice body, one I wouldn’t have minded fucking senseless. But she’s too clingy for my liking, and I have a feelingthat if I gave in and fucked her, she’d become increasingly clingier until I either marked her as mine or she found her Goddess-given mate.
Closing my door and slinking towards my bed, I grab the phone from underneath the mattress and dial the only number programmed into it. While I wait for the other person to pick up, I reminisce about how lucky I was to have run into Carolyn when I did.
Meeting her was both a blessing and a curse for me. On the one hand, people trusted me due to Carolyn’s bubbly nature, which gave me the opportunities I needed to spy for Alpha Ramos. On the other hand, it became hard to report my findings to him and finish the mission I was forced into. Sometimes, I would slip away to the bathroom just to send a quick text to Ramos before returning to Carolyn’s side and pretending to be a rogue, scared and wary of the world.
“Devon, where the hell have you been?” Alpha Ramos shouts as soon as the call connects. I wince, holding the phone away from my ear for a moment while I suppress my anger.
“I’m sorry for my delay in relaying information, Alpha,” I manage to reply as calmly as possible. I can’t anger this man, considering I’m still under the Blood Pact, and any slight towards him would cause me to suffer. “I was stuck on a bus full of wolves and then was busy settling into Ivory Fangs, so my report has been delayed until now,” I continue, getting a huff of annoyance in return from Ramos.
“I guess I can let it slide,” he grumbles, his anger clear as day, even over a call. “Do you have any news for me?” he demands asecond later. I take a deep breath before replying, knowing that the Blood Pact will punish me if I withhold anything.
