Alle Kapitel von Ghost In The Pack: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Elena’s POV By the time Draven and I reached the eastern cottages, the sun had already started sinking behind the trees. The light cast long shadows across the clearing, turning the old cottages almost golden despite how weathered they were. When I had first heard Draven say there were a dozen or so cabins sitting unused on this side of the territory, I had pictured empty buildings and dusty rooms. I hadn’t pictured this. There were Fae everywhere. Some were carrying bundles from one cottage to another. Others were sitting on the worn steps, talking quietly while children ran between the buildings. A few of the men were working together to move an old wooden table into one of the cottages. I slowed as I took it all in. There were women. Children. Families. I shook my head as I took in the sight. At the gate, I had seen around fifty armed Fae standing in front of me. I hadn’t thought beyond the weapons, the desperation in their faces, or the fact that they had shown up at our terri

Elena’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened tonight. The fact that the thing I had sensed had turned out to be a damn deer still irritated me. I let out a frustrated sigh. “I still can’t believe it was a deer.” Draven sat down beside me, close enough that his thigh pressed against mine. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “Absolutely not. I told you something was out there, and technically I was right.” His mouth twitched. “Technically?” “Yes.” I pointed at him. “Something was out there.” “A deer.” He laughed as he shook his head. He laughed softly. “I’m sure it had a very complicated plan.” “Probably.” I nodded seriously. “It was probably gathering intelligence.” Draven shook his head, but his smile stayed. “You’re ridiculous.” “And yet you love me.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “I do.” He nodded his head once. The simple answer caught me off guard

Elena’s POV I watched Draven disappear through the bedroom door, and for several seconds, I just stood there staring at the place where he had been. I hated watching him walk into something dangerous. Not because I didn’t believe he could handle himself. I knew exactly who Draven was, and there weren’t many people stupid enough to willingly go up against him. Ramiro Salazar apparently didn’t fall into the intelligent category. I shook my head. “The man must have a death wish.” I mumbled under my breath. The thought made me chuckle under my breath. Ramiro had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. I almost felt sorry for the man. Almost. My smile faded as I looked down at my phone. Someone knew I was Ghost. That thought was a hell of a lot harder to laugh about. I picked up my laptop from the stand and carried it downstairs. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was find information. Ghost had spent years hiding in the shadows, and I wasn’t about to sit around wonderi

Ramiro’s POV I had been sitting at the bar for almost twenty minutes, and I was already bored. Limelight was a nice club. Expensive. Busy. The kind of place people came to spend money they probably should have kept in their pockets. Tonight, it belonged to me. At least for now. I lifted my glass and took another drink as I looked around the room. My men were exactly where I had told them to be, covering every entrance and exit. Nobody was leaving unless I said so. That was the point. Draven needed to understand that. He had thirty minutes to show up, and I had no doubt he would. Men like him always thought they were untouchable until somebody put them in a position where they had no choice but to come face-to-face with the problem. I smiled to myself. Then my attention shifted toward one of the dancers. She had been moving around the room for the last several minutes, checking on customers and talking to a few of the other girls. Pretty. Young. Exactly the kind of woman who caught

Draven’s POV Twenty minutes was up. I looked toward Victor, who was standing several feet away with Nikolai beside him. Around us, our men were already in position, spread throughout the streets surrounding Limelight. The building was completely surrounded. Every entrance had eyes on it. Every exit was covered. There were men positioned on the neighboring streets, others watching the alleys, and a few of my warriors had taken positions higher up where they could see more of the building. Victor’s men had done the same, relying on the earpieces they had been given to keep everyone connected. Not all of my warriors were wolves, and Victor’s men certainly weren’t supernatural. That meant we couldn’t depend on mind-linking everyone into the same communication network. The earpieces solved that problem. Everyone could hear the orders. Everyone knew their position. Everyone knew what they were waiting for. I raised my arm. The street went still. Victor looked at me. I looked toward Limel