Semua Bab Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place: Bab 51 - Bab 60

"He's here," Dickson said, his voice a gravelly growl out of the darkness of the warehouse. He didn't glance back, his eyes fixed on the screen of a monitor, a map of the city burning with flashing data points. "And you look like hell."Sama Arthur burst out of pre-dawn darkness, cold concrete ground a shock to her bare feet. "I had a long night," she replied, voice short. She donned a jacket, the material still bearing the slightest hint of Dean Wason's cologne, a ghost she was trying to shake off. "Is he cooperative?""Cooperative is a powerful word for a man against his will," Dickson retorted, finally giving her a glance. His dark, intelligent eyes settled on her face. "But he's talking. Alex Henry has him in a nutshell. Said he's singing like a canary. About Crayons Arthur, about everything."A burst of joy, sharp and bitter, cut through the weariness. "Good," Sama said, passing by him to a door at the far end of the warehouse. "Let's go. We've got a war to announce." "You did go to

"You did it," Alex Henry said, her tone devoid of surprise, a hint of a smile working its way around her lips as Sama Arthur entered the cavernous, dark room. Low, low-grade energy resonated in the air, overwhelmingly different from the mute despondency Sama'd departed at Dean Wason's domain. Ozone and blood-stained metallic from a bygone era filled the air. "Dickson told you'd be here by dawn. Always was a glass-half-full kind of guy."Sama Arthur nodded, her gaze scanning the huge room. It was a derelict underground bunker, a hangover from some bygone industrial era, now reused. Ragtag workstations rimmed the walls, glowing screens casting an unnatural light on the unfamiliar faces of strangers. They were tired-looking, haunted, but there was a fierce, defiant glint in their eyes."I had to sever the last threads," Sama Arthur replied, her voice flat. She could sense the lingering ghost ache of the broken blood wards, an annoying reminder of what she'd done. "Is everyone present?""Alm

"It's not an invasion," Orion asserted, his voice a deep rumble that resonated in the dimly lit underground chamber. His amber eyes, typically intense with huntorial intent, now flickered with concern as he took in the gathered Omegas and his own mountain contingent of Hybrids. "This is going into the viper's den. The Council laboratories are permeated with their magic, soaked in their detection charms. Our own auras, even yours, Sama Arthur, will be like beacons in the black."Sama Arthur smiled, her gaze passing over the faces of her recruits. Rose fidgeted uncomfortably, her bandaged arm still mending. Tobby, the scarred Omega, clamped his jaw together, his gaze circumnavigating the room as if in anticipation of concealed threats. The Hybrids, while outwardly impassive, radiated a subtle tension. They were powerful, yes, but also singularly vulnerable to the Council's ageless, subtle magic."He's right," Alex Henry confirmed, her voice firm but somber. She indicated a complex hologra

"I hate it," growled Orion, his senses on high alert. The mountain pack had been traveling in their usual silent rush, an ethereal army across the desolate terrain. But now, the scent of something new—or rather, the lack of it—had brought them to sudden confusion. "There's an intruder. But there's no scent. Nothing. It's an unnatural silence in the air, Sama Arthur." Sama Arthur knelt on the cold ground, her hand on the cool rock of a cave entrance. "It is not silence, Orion. It is a void. My mother's spellbook has a chapter on magical nulls. They are rare, but they do exist. Something, or someone, is erasing their own existence." "A living empty space is not a good thing," Dickson snarled, his hand on his gun. He gazed out into the treeline, his eyes sharp and alert. "A trap." "Perhaps," Sama Arthur surrendered. "But that Veil of Whispers that we used is a form of magical null. We're using a variation of the same magic. If there's a living null, they could be a friend, not an adversa

"I don't know what it is, Paul," Dean Wason snarled, his voice low and resonating through the office. His back was to his brother, the rain-lashed glass of the window a bad mirror for the tempest brewing within him. "It's… a buzzing. A maddening, incessant hum that refuses to stop."Paul Wason leaned against the huge oak desk, his face patient but concerned. "A hum? Like a noise, or. something else?""Something else," Dean Wason confirmed, his fist clenching at his side. "It's in my head, in my wolf. It's like a signal that's been garbled. It's supposed to be clear. Sama Arthur is supposed to be clear. But there's… interference. A faint, nauseating scent that's not my own."Paul Wason's gaze narrowed. "You sure? Could it be a rogue passing through? The patrols have seen nothing.""It's not from the outside," Dean Wason finally growled, turning away, his silver eyes blazing with frustration and something very like fear. "It's on her. It's part of her, something that isn't me." The words we