Chapter 35: 34 - It''s For Real


    A knock at the door brought us back to reality.


    Wolfie leaped off of me like I''m a pile of hot coals.


    And, now we''re back to this.


    Happy opened the door, just as Wolfie made it to the opposite side of the room.


    I held back an eye roll.


    Happy looked to Wolfie and immediately seemed to jump into a silent conversation with him. Probably


    through their weird mind link thing.


    Happy didn''t look so true to his name during their little exchange, and Wolfie mirrored him.


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    Happy''s vision darted to me for a split second, then back.


    Wolfie gave a strained nod.


    They seemed to get out of their little trance, training their eyes back on me.


    Well, that was definitely about me.


    But I don''t have the energy to wonder what about me.


    Wolfie cleared his throat, "The Alpha and Master brought the dagger here for testing. I''m assuming that


    means you have ab somewhere," he finished with a nk face.


    They don''t know we have ab? Does that mean they didn''t take it?


    "Yes Alpha, they do," Emily answered from right outside the door.


    Well, guess not.


    "It''s a few miles east of here," She informed.


    Wolfie nodded, "Well, let''s head over." He turned to Happy, "Do we have the dagger?"


    "Yes Alpha, I packed it up and it''s in your office."


    "Good."


    "Yes, only one problem," I cut in tly, "you have most of our forensics and chemistry teams locked up.


    I''m pretty sure if they thought yours could handle it they would have gone to your pack."


    Wolfie''s jaw worked as he gritted out the words, "This is my pack, first of all. Second of all. . . You''re


    right," he practically spat. "How many people do you think we''ll need?"


    Well, that was easy.


    Now let''s see how far I can get him.


    "Depends, do they get to stay free?" I raised a brow.


    "Of course not, there''s trouble in the cells every day," he red at me.


    "Proof that it''s not working," I argued. "And there hasn''t been trouble outside the cells in weeks. You


    should let them rejoin their families."


    "As a reward to the people in the cells for misbehaving?" It was his turn to raise a brow.


    "As a way to prevent further problems. I''m telling you, everyone''s getting restless, the people in the


    cells and under house arrest, and you don''t want that," I told him. "My people may have done what you


    said to keep the peace, but don''t mistake that as weakness. We''re fighters. So you better start being


    reasonable or you''re going to see that side of us sooner rather thanter."


    Wolfie growled.


    "And we need to go scavenging again in a few days. Remember that? Or were you just nning on


    letting us starve?"


    "Enough," He gritted.


    Hehe, he''s mad.


    "We will sort people out for scavenging when we return."


    I didn''t even try holding back my grin.


    "Now, you wille show me who we need to take to theb. But keep in mind, if they''re one of the


    trouble makers, I could always take one of my wolves," Wolfie looked down at me.


    "My vampires are the only ones with the passwords to theputers and databases, first of all," And


    me too, obviously, but he''s not getting them from me. "Second of all, we''re familiar with the poisons


    already, and having to brief your wolves would just be a waste of time."


    "And I want this situation taken care of as soon as possible. We need to figure out if it''s a real threat


    and act ordingly," I finished.


    Wolfie begrudgingly nodded and trudged out, motioning for us to follow.


    Ha, he doesn''t like my tone, but he knows I''m right, so he can''t say crap.


    When Wolfie turned the corner, Happy gave me a thumbs up and a nod, and I couldn''t help but giggle.


    I love this guy.


    When we got into the hallway, Wolfie was standing there impatiently with his arms crossed.


    I wonder if he heard me and Happyughing.


    Once we caught up, he turned back around and kept towards the stairs. Though, it didn''t take long for


    his hand to find its way to the back of my neck.


    Typical.


    We made it outside and started heading to the cells in the dark. The sun had set a few minutes ago,


    but that''s not stopping us.


    Our ancestors were nocturnal, after all.


    Plus, I''m running on a full tank after my rest and snack. Hopefully whoeveres with us is too.


    We passed the guards and headed down the hallways.


    The smell down here is getting stronger and grimier.


    I shook my head.


    It''s moments like these I''m super down to totally demolish Wolfie.


    If he wants to act like our moment, or whatever it was, in the room never happened, then it never


    happened.


    Fine by me.


    Give me more reasons to overthrow you, why don''t you?


    While simultaneously giving me more things to cry about at night, but you win some, you lose some.


    "Who in here can help us decipher the poisons on this knife?" Wolfie got straight to the point, motioning


    for Happy to open the box it''s in.


    They walked down the corridor of cells, showing it to everyone.


    I eyed the people I knew could help and stopped in my tracks when none of them stepped forward.


    They don''t trust him.


    Why would they step forward to help him? He''s the one who put them here.


    I looked around at all of them, "Alpha Cason found that dagger outside his territory," I told them. "Does


    anyone recognize it?"


    There was a few slow nods a few secondster.


    "So everyone can agree that the people who used to wield it were insanely dangerous monsters and


    should be dealt with as quickly as possible if we really do have a resurfacing on our hands?" I nced


    at all of them.


    Some looked skeptical, and it drove a knife through my heart.


    They don''t trust me either.


    But others nodded.


    Some still have faith in me.


    And I''m going to prove them right.


    We eventually decided on Makena, Cyrus, and Stanly. They''ve all been dealing with these sorts of


    things for years and were some of the ones to determine the poisons the first time.


    The two men, Cyrus and Stanly, still believe in me.


    Which is amazing because, I haven''t exactly been Mistress of the year.


    Makena though, is a little more reluctant toe with us.


    A couple of encouraging words from the men was all it took to get her semi-onboard, though. Or at


    least, willing toe.


    We piled into a van, simr to the one that first took me — same dog stench — and were apanied


    by Wolfie, Emily, Bruno, and ire.


    What a party group.


    Three reluctant vampires, three seemingly always annoyed werewolves, and two reluctant and


    annoyed mates. I don''t know what could be more fun.


    We pulled up and Wolfie took the lead towards therge, ss, one story building. I stood back


    shaking my head as I watched him reach for the door.


    He pulled, but it was locked.


    They obviously didn''t care to note it automatically locks every time it''s not opened for a few hours.


    "Just pull a little harder," Makena threw his way.


    Us four stifled ourughs.


    It''s really no surprise Makena was taken to the cells, and for this exact reason.


    Wolfie did as she said and pulled harder.


    And was immediately shocked as a part of the security system activated.


    We all couldn''t hold back anymore,ughing loudly as he looked at his hands in shock.


    Haha, get it?


    Even some of his own people were having to cover their mouths to prevent theughter from escaping.


    He red at all of us and it eventuallynded on me. "Open it."


    I rolled my eyes, "Buzz kill," I mumbled.


    I heard a deep growl from his end but walked passed him to the door.


    I flipped up the semi-hidden thumb pad cover and ced my thumb onto it to be scanned for my finger


    print. A secondter the door let out a quiet beep, and I pulled it open.


    I held it open for Wolfie with a grin.


    Of course, he just red back.


    I don''t know why, but this brought me back to when he came to check on me trying on dresses, and


    smiled at me. Well, smirked at me, but same difference. I thought he was all serious and brooding, but


    he proved me wrong.


    I just have to remember that.


    Not everything is as it appears.


    A couple of locked doorster, we made it to the part of theb we''ll be using tonight.


    Makena, Cyrus, and Stanly jumped into action, and so did I.


    I helped in anyway I could, which turned out to be a lot of ways because of the small number of people


    on hand. It felt good to be rushing around a ce like ab again, doing something important.


    Oddly enough, it took my mind off all the possible danger and just made me feel at home.


    We were also able to skip a couple of long and time consuming tests thanks to my "controlled


    substance", a.k.a my cut up hand, back at the house.


    We also tested the knife on a nt to see an effect that didn''t show up on me, and, as expected, the


    leaves of the nt shriveled up and turned ck.


    Despite all the tests going smoothly, after everything, we were less than excited about the results.


    There are no signs of rust on the dagger and the harsh chemicals it''s covered in make it deteriorate


    faster. Meaning, the knife is rtively newly made.


    We also did a second scan for finger prints, and like Master Philip''s test, it came up empty.


    But when we took a cklight to the de, there was blood, somebody else''s blood. We couldn''t smell


    who''s, or what species because of all the other crap that''s on that thing and how long it probablyid in


    the dirt, but it did still smell like blood.


    Which means it couldn''t be more than a month old.


    Which means this is my worst freaking nightmareing to life.