change and make sure you’re back well before sundown, I don’t want the half moon making you two any crazier than you already are.” He throws them both that smile of his which makes Sofie weak at the knees. “At the first sign of trouble you get the hell out of there, do you understand me?” His voice brooks no opposition.
“Yes Pack Master.” They respond in unison, heads down showing respect for their alpha. As the weres disperse from the meeting, Sofie avoids all eye contact with Ashton, not quite ready yet to forgive him for calling her out and making her look like an idiot in front of the entire pack.
“Sofe,” Lindsey’s voice is a warning in her ear, “why do you look like you’re about to do something that isn’t going to make Ashton very happy?”
Sofie flashes a grin at her friend, but it holds no mirth. “There’s more than one way to get information on what’s going on in the great big world outside.” She ignores the consternation on Lindsey’s face and hustles into the house, putting the SIM card that she’d removed the night before back into her cell. She sits on the bed, making sure that she’s prepared for what she’s about to hear and then she dials the number of one of only two people outside the clearing that she feels she can trust.
CHAPTER FOUR
“I wasn’t sure when I was going to hear from you again, boss!” Finn’s voice is lazy, like he’s just woken up.
“How lucky can you get, right?” Sofie lapses easily into their accustomed banter. Finn was the little brother she’d never had and he was the only one that she knew she could contact without risking discovery. Finn had cloaked his cell so Shale wouldn’t be able to listen in on the conversation or track the call. Sometimes having a computer genius as a best friend was worth more than just the odd free upgrade.
“So how are you doing?” Finn gets straight to the point, never one for small talk. He covers the concern in his voice with a cough and Sofie smiles into the receiver.
“Well, I can honestly say that I’ve been better, Finnbarr.” Sofie heaves a sigh, not even knowing where to start. So she goes from the beginning, which is usually the best place to start. She tells Finn about fixing up Lola’s shoulder, how she was afraid that she was going to die under her care. She tells him about her freaky dream of Luke shooting her and the weight of the pack that Ashton is carrying around with him. She starts to tell him about her request to be turned, but that seems like a conversation for another time, preferably over a few glasses of wine, once this was all behind them. Who knows how long that would be?
“So, what is Ashton hoping to figure out from the little mission he’s sent those guys out on? The only thing they’re going to find is a bunch of extremists and a whole lot of graffiti. This place has turned into Beirut overnight.” Finn’s defeated tone makes Sofie shiver.
“Is it really that bad out there? It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet since the news broke!” Sofie rubs her temple, aware of the dull ache in her head that has become an accustomed part of her day. She swallows done a couple of aspirin and waits for them to take the edge off.
“It’s worse.” Finn’s perception of events is stark.
“What’s Luke’s angle? Apart from being the darling of every news network from here to Timbuktu!” The taste of Luke’s name in her mouth makes her want to wash it out with soap. The very thought of him and what he’s doing to Ashton, to the pack, to her, to Darwin is enough to make her sick.
“Well, if there’s one thing you can’t accuse him of, it’s being camera-shy!” Finn laughs without humour, his opinion on his boss is about as high as Sofie’s.
“So what’s his end game? What’s he trying to pull?” Sofie knows her ex boss well enough to be under no illusion that he has a long-term plan. Luke plays to win, he doesn’t believe in anything else and he has the