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Chapter 26

Daff

“Thank you.”

King glanced at me.

“He shouldn’t have left.”

“Tell him that.”

“I plan to.”

I grinned at him, despite my nerves wreaking havoc on my insides.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be for or against this.”

“Why?”

I shrugged as I faced forward, ignoring the admin building passing on our left.

No one in there knew what we were doing or where we were headed, but it still felt as if one look at me would reveal our intent, and my whole plan of going in there and demanding he come back out and be with me would be shot to hell.

“My last trip in didn’t go so well.”

“That wasn’t your fault. He doesn’t have a problem with you.”

“Are we talking about the same incident? Cause I was only involved in one, and him knocking me down like a tank on steroids suggests it was, and he does.”

He looked at me again.

“It’s not my place to say what happened, other than it wasn’t personal, and it wasn’t you he was reacting to. If anything, he approves of you. And happy for Prowl.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? Just like that?”

“He wouldn’t be in the Wild Zone if he didn’t have issues. You and Prowl know him best, so if you think his reaction was because of his issues and not me as a person or as Prowl’s, then I believe you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“And I appreciate you getting me inside the Wild Zone again.”

“It won’t be a problem unless Tracker’s on shift.”

“Why Tracker?”

“If he smells dishonesty, he won’t let us through.”

“And after what happened last time, the chances of me getting Jean’s stamp of approval would be zero to none.”

We were crossing the helipad now, the full length of the Wild Zone filling the horizon.

King let out a hiss long before I could see who was manning the gate.

“Tracker?”

“Yes.”

“What do we do?”

“Watch our words and pray he’s having a good day.”

I could do that.

We ditched the golf cart, and I hustled my butt to keep up with him.

Tracker’s face was leaner than the lion’s, emphasising the way his jaw lengthened into an almost muzzle.

He stood as tall as King, but only half as wide.

Anyone else with those dimensions would look bean pole scrawny, but you could see his body was nothing but chorded muscle built for speed.

“King.” His blue eyes slid over to me.

“Daff.”

“Hi, Tracker.”

He folded his arms. “What can I do for you both?”

“Daff needs to see Prowl.”

The wolf nodded.

“I saw his relocation notice.”

“Can we go in?”

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“Finding him won’t be an issue.”

“It will be with her by your side. There’s more than a few in there curious about her.”

“Because of her last visit or word spreading about their relationship?” King asked.

“Both. Especially now that her suggestions got green-lighted.”

I perked up at the news.

“They did? Which ones?”

“All of them.”

I looked at King.

“If he doesn’t get his ass out of there and into the shared living zone with me, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“He won’t need much convincing.”

“Better not,” I huffed.

“He’s with Rage,” Tracker said, holding out a Taser.

“Thank you.” I hoped he could hear how much I meant it.

“No incidents this time. I don’t want to have to explain why I let you in.”

“You got it. Or King’s got it. Since he’s responsible for me.”

“Just until I get you to Prowl.”

I grinned at him.

“Just until you get me to Prowl.”

I could handle the rest from there.