Chapter 428: Lucas: Pip (I)
LUCAS
If there's a button in the snow, there's a reason for it.
But there's still no hint of oncoming attack, leaving us all on edge. Is this another sick prank of the vampires?
Lead us on a merry chase with nothing at the end, tand tagain, until we beccomplacent and lazy?
Months of chasing empty leads has proven we won't fall for that tactic.
Fall back. | send out the command just as the air shimmers in front ofand a young girl falls about five feet to
the ground with a curse.
"Dammit, they can at least calculate the coordinates properly," she mutters, pushing herself to stand.
She's a tiny thing, with short purple hair, wearing black jeans, a tight black shirt, and a lot of chains. There's one
from her belt loop into her pocket, another from her shoulder to her belt, one from her wrist to her elbow—it's a
strange aesthetic.
The growls of my pack echo. Vester takes point, hackles raised and teeth bared in a vicious snarl as he
approaches the strange girl. Her scent carries traces of magic, but nothing like what we tracked here.
The girl's head snaps up from where she's been brushing snow off her black jeans. Her eyes widen, and the color
drains from her face.
"Oh, Royal King, I'm so fucked."
The chains on her outfit jingle as she takes a step back. Her pulse races, the sound clear even from this distance.
She's terrified.
Her ears are pointed under all that purple.
Fae, then.
Vester, | warn, but | can already feel his understanding in response. He's seen it, too.
"I'm not a threat!" she blurts out, holding up her hands. A book falls to the ground, but she's too scared to pick it
back up, her eyes darting from one wolf to another. When her eyes land on me, she flinches, her eyes widening
even further.
My wolves tighten the perimeter, their golden eyes fixed on our unexpected visitor. Someone wanted us to be
here for this meeting, though our guest seems less than prepared for it.
The shift ripples through my muscles, bones cracking and reforming as | return to human form. Aurum's
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One bite. Quick and clean.
No.
The Fae girl's eyes widen as she looks below my waist, then she covers them with her hands, nearly slapping
herself with the frantic movement. "Oh, sir. No. I'm not here for that. | swear I'm not here for that."
Her chains jingle as she trembles, and a laugh almost escapes me. Almost. The situation doesn't call for humor,
even if her reaction is amusing. She doesn't seem to have much experience with shifters.
| grab my backpack from where it fell on the ground, pulling out a pair of pants. The fabric scratches against my
skin as I slip them on, still watching the girl. Her hands remain firmly pressed to her face.
My feet already feel half-frozen against the snow, but | don't expect to be human for too long.
"Who are you, and why are you here?"
Her trembling intensifies. "C-Can | look now?"
"Yes."
She peeks through her fingers first, then drops her hands with a relieved sigh. "I'm Pip. Just Pip. And | really
wasn't supposed to land here. Or now. Or in front of you. Especially not in front of you."
"Why are you here?"
"I was aiming for The Rejects." Her shoulders slump. "But someone messed with the coordinates. Again. They
always do this to me, you know? 'Oh, let's send the newbie, she won't mind if we're off by a few miles.' Except
they're never off by just a few miles, and now I'm probably going to die because you're going to eator
something."
We could, Aurum suggests.
"The Rejects?" My voice sharpens. "Who are they?"
"Um." Pip's eyes dart between the wolves surrounding her. "Not who. It's a place. | don't think I'm supposed to
tell you about it, though."
Vester snarls, and she jumps.
“Okay, I'll tell."
She's easy.
"Um, there's a bunch of vamps who refused to work with the New Order. They're working with a bunch of... uh,
you guys, | guess. Maybe not you guys. | don't know if you're friends with those ones. But yeah, you guys. They
have a hideout and—"
She stops in the middle of talking, looking around again.
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The girl then asks hesitantly, "Are you the bad guys?"
Aurum huffs. Even his bloodlust is lost against this child before us. She's an idiot, he observes. Probably a
distraction.
"No." Though that doesn't mean we aren't her enemy. "Why are you trying to reach The Rejects?" It sounds
suspiciously like Jericho's camp and his rogue vampires.
"Um." Her tongue touches the top of her lip, and her eyes bounce around again. "That's kind of, um, a secret."
"Un-secret it, then."
"You can't un-secret a—" She blows out an aggravated breath, but even that shakes. "Are you going to e-eat
me?"
"He might." | jerk my head toward Vester, who lets out a little grumble on cue. "Why are you trying to reach The
Rejects, kid?"
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"Who are they?"
"l...can't tell you." Her shoulders shrink in on themselves. "Please don't eat me."
Vester snaps at the air, and she jumps back a step with a scream. "I really can't tell you! Even if you eat me, |
can't tell you!"