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Chapter Twenty-Four: The First Stone Three weeks later, the chaos of the naval depot felt like a distant nightmare, though the physical and emotional scars remained vivid. Tom Hardy and Vicky were locked away in high-security isolation, facing an avalanche of charges ranging from kidnapping and attempted murder to treason. Frank and Marcus, with the quiet support of Mr. Cage's top legal team, were busy laundering their own records, turning them from former mercenaries into highly effective, newly contracted members of Cage Enterprise Security.

Proof. And the name made my stomach turn. Tommy. The prospect I saved. The boy I protected. The one who seemed innocent and loyal. A traitor. "No," I whispered. "Tommy would not—" "Tommy is Marcus Kane's half-brother. They share a father. Different mothers." Victor's voice was grim. "Marcus infiltrated your club on my orders. But Tommy infiltrated on someone else's. The person rebuilding Cross's empire." "Who?" Victor showed me one last photo.

Building maintenance was informed immediately to repair the door and add a new lock. Two nights later Tommys' apartment was attacked. This time it was Charlie himself. He was very surprised though when Tommy meets him between the door and the bedroom with what he thinks is a gun in his hand. When he pulls the trigger Charlie gets a bigger shock, a 50,000 volts shock, as Tommy hits him with a Taser, his purchase at the pawn store. The store owner talked him out of a gun, Tommy thanks the man now.

I could keep myself safe, but what would I say to Rick if something happened to his son? Tommy was a great guy. He was almost seven feet tall, his dirty blond hair always disheveled, his brown eyes ever cheerful, his smile wide. And he was always ready to come to anybody’s aid. We fought and made peace, trained and ran away to the mountains... So many adventures, so much fun, so much laughter.

I sipped my coffee silently, not caring if the hotness burned my tongue. “Tammy?” “Yes?” “There’s some bad news that concerns you.” “Me? What bad news do you bear about me, Tom?” Tom breathed in deep and let out his breath slowly, “Tammy, the Vampire Council wants to move you up to Canada with them in their top secret facility. And then they want you to have a one-night stand with a mortal and get pregnant.”

Wyatt nods his head while Kane quickly asks, “How is Tommy? We haven’t had a chance to stop at the hospital yet to see him today.” As my mate walks up next to me, I reply, “He is doing better, but he is having a rough day today.” I turn my attention to the new guy and ask, “So, is he one of the people that the Supreme Elder told us about?” Wyatt smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “We think he is, but we will go to the Supreme Elder and find out soon. Regardless, he is a male omega and is going to hide out in our pack for a while.”

EVA The youth center smelled like cheap pine cleaner and teenage desperation. I wiped down the last table in the common room, watching Tommy Vega practice tricks with his butterfly knife in the corner. Nineteen years old and already covered in Crimson Reapers ink he had not earned yet. "You are going to cut yourself," I said. "I am good at it." He grinned, all cocky bravado. "Your old man says I might get my patch next month." My old man. Marcus Cross, president of the Crimson Reapers, the man who gave me life and made it a prison.

I may be a vampire as well as a dragon but NO, I will not allow that side to dominate while in the human Kingdom as Luna Jenifer calls it. "I didn't mean to, I really didn't" I rushed out looking at them both now. "Savannah, this means you need to, you'll be weak if you don't, trust me" Tommy tells me. "No, the first time I did it was hell and I was stupefied, I won't, not again, plus do you even know where or who it came from" I grunted. "It's synthetic, Luna Jenifer owns a little blood bank, they had a few willing participants and then she had experts to synthesise it" Tommy said curtly.

Two days later. When Tommy awoke six hours ago after the bloody encounter with the head patrol guy in the wrestling area, he’d found a breakfast wooden tray on the night table—scrambled eggs, beans, dry bread, fruits, corn, and tea all of it delicious—but no one had come to their room since then to pick up the dirty clay plates. As he lay in the mattress he carefully scanned the walls and portraits, looking for a covered sentry surveillance enchantment spell. After all with his werewolf senses, he could detect some buzz of magic but found none. Their chamber cell was similar in a pyramid installation style as the head chief's council chambers, and Tommy wondered if the head chief was watchin

Annie tried to protest but Doctor Owen held her back. The warehouse was littered with bodies—all of Tommy and Connor's men, taken down by Killian, Dante, Kael, Adam, Onika and Mallory. The air was thick with gun smoke and the smell of blood, but the fighting had finally reached its inevitable conclusion. Tommy and Connor stood back-to-back in the centre of the warehouse, surrounded but not yet defeated. And that was the problem—they weren't ordinary supernatural beings. They were strong. Really strong. Trained and experienced. The kind of fighters who had survived in the supernatural world by being better, faster, and more ruthless than their opponents.