Earlier that day
Cleis
The Wolf and the Siren sit in the back seat of the fast-moving car. The Wolf fumes with outrage and confused worry for his mate. Why was he taken and not her?
The Siren guards his twisted emotions well, but he can smell the Firebird’s arousal on the Wolf and it pains him more than he’d like to admit to himself or anyone else.
“Let’s talk wolf.” Cleis adjusts his shirt after the small struggle that just occurred. Taking the Wolf from the room quietly had been a challenge but he accomplished it easily thanks to John.
“Go to hell.” Noah said with a deep growl, bearing his teeth at Cleis, who only scoffs with a small laugh in response. Noah clenches his handcuffed hands and wishes he could tear open the man right then and there. He was glad to have Ava as far aw
