Free Wolf Sirens Night Fall: What Rises Must Fall (Wolf Sirens #3) by Tina Smith Page A

her.
    “Well it’s been
a long night, I’m going to go to bed.” He hoped the implication was
understood.
    “I can help
you.” Her mouth crackled softly with moisture.
    He looked
questioningly at her, trying to think if she meant with the
upturned room or whether she was offering more than that. He was
about to say ‘no that’s okay’ when she smiled and said, “With the
mattress.” She batted her lids and he almost enjoyed rebuffing her
blatant flirting as though he was oblivious to it.
    “Thanks, that’s
okay, I’m pretty bushed; Blair will help me if I need it.”
    “Sky, Narine’s
sending me out soon.” She called behind him, “On a mission…” she
trailed. Men had always been so easy for her, so his rejection
stung.
    He walked away
pretending not to hear her, rubbing his neck. As soon as he got in
the room he closed the door and eyed the numbers again, away from
prying eyes. He pulled a calendar off the wall and checked the
date. Three weeks from the day's date matched the tag, date, month,
year - the other numbers had to be time, the others coordinates?
12.11.12 2.00AM 36.45S-147.57E. None of the others had noticed - he
had barely noticed! And now it was glaringly obvious, only he had
been in the army in the nineteen-seventies, none of the others
would have a clue what the numbers on a dog tag should look
like.
    Lila had been
very clever and not very stupid. As he had first thought. She had
evaded Cresida and Reid. Not to mention the whole town, the police
and the pack, which was growing - now that the new girls Dahlia and
Aylish were here. They were all searching for her and somehow she
had evaded all of them, for days. But she hadn’t left the area.
Even though he had left her, did this mean she still loved him and
understood, maybe even had someone helping her?
    Somehow, Sky
would have to avoid suspicion and being followed to the rendezvous
point, which he figured was 2.00 am, less than 10 days from now. He
examined the tags again; there was no clue as to where. Every
letter was the same size as the original; somehow she had gotten
someone to copy the original tag exactly and change the numbers.
Something only he would notice.
    He smiled; he
knew then that Lila was fighting, despite everything, and he was so
happy he nearly laughed. He pulled the mattress back onto the bed
base and he lay in the sheets she had touched, inhaling her, before
he would have to wash them. As a sign he was no longer partial to
her, he had to do what any of them would have done to prove he was
loyal now to the pack. He knew Narine was keeping watch on him for
signs. He had to maintain their trust if he was to get away to see
her without getting caught or, worse, leading them to her. So he
kept up appearances, and painstaking as it was, he went down to the
laundry, under the house through Sam’s end room and down the side
balcony stairs.
    He pretended it
didn’t hurt him to numbly pour detergent over the sheets and watch
the only trace of her existence be washed away in a cloud of suds.
Had he been above suspicion; he would have taken the feather also,
though it reminded him of Samantha and a time long ago. What was
Lila doing? He took an unsteady breath. They all had her scent, now
imbedded in their nostrils; they would know her as easily as him,
if the wind blew towards them. The entire pack now waited for her
return and Sky wished she had just run, run off and never come
back.
    As he thought
deeply about what to do and everything that was transpiring, his
ears pricked up as he heard a noise at the front door and saw
through the door of the laundry the figure of a girl – Aylish,
running as fast as her legs would move into the daylight, away from
the house. He caught sight of her fling herself into phase, so
violently he knew it must have hurt like hell for a split second,
as her bones conformed too hastily. He wondered if Angele would
follow after on her upcoming ‘mission’ soon. The washer turned to
spin cycle