Chapter 189
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(Joey POV)
“The Movement. I want in.”
I sighed. “Sit down. I will get you some coffee.” Like hell was I going to talk to Nick about the Movement
while he was drunk.
A full forty-five minutes later-after two cups of coffee, two cups of water, and two trips to the bathroom
-Nick was sober enough to have a conversation.
“How did you find out?” I asked.
Nick pointed to Jenny’s phone, which was now sitting on my coffee table: “That is Jenny’s phone. I read
her text messages.”
“I thought she deleted them?” I said, surprised.
Jenny talked to me before she left the pack. She told me that left her phone behind because she wanted
a fresh start
and she did not want anyone to be able to contact her. I expressed concern about someone
reading her text messages, but she promised me that she had deleted anything referring to the
Movement.
“She did, but she forgot that in order to permanently delete messages on her model of phone- you
have to go to the ‘deleted messages’ folder and click the ‘permanently delete’ button,” Nick explained.
“Oh.”
“So you knew she was leaving?” Nick asked with obvious pain in his voice.
I frowned. “Yeah. I am sorry, Dude. I know how hard that has to be.”
Nick did not say anything. He just looked down into his now empty coffee mug.
“How much do you know about the Movement?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Do you mean how much did I figure out from the messages?”
“Yeah.”
“Enough, I think. I know that James and Dr. Miller are a part of it. You, too. The Movement appears to be
a group of wolves wanting justice for the crimes committed by my mother, Stephanie, and Sheila.”
“Close. There is more to it than that.”
“Like?”
“Before I tell you, why don’t you tell me why you are here. Why would you want to be part of a movement that you believe is going after your mother? I already know why you are unhappy with Stephanie and
Sheila.”
“What, is this a test?”
“You could call it that,” I responded honestly.
Dr. Miller and Jessica had trained me I did not necessarily care what Nick’s reasons were, but before I shared any information with him, I needed to know that whatever his reasons were, they were sincere. Especially because I was aware that he recently
tried to blackmail James into marrying Sheila.
well. Wolves come to the Movement for all sorts of reasone
“I heard them talking.”
“Who?”
“Stephanie, Sheila, and my mother. They were talking about how to blackmail one of the council
members.”
Strangely, just as he said that, I saw his face visibly pale.
(Nick POV)
Sh&t. I screwed up. I was so upset about everything that had happened that I neglected to do the one
thing that I should have done instinctually.
I stood up and started to head towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Joey asked me.
“To warn Neil. I heard them talking about blackmailing him, but then I went home and tried to drink my problems away instead of telling him. I will be back.”
Joey raised his eyebrows at me. “You are going to talk to him at this hour?”
“I should have done it hours ago. I am sorry. I have to go. I will come back later.”
Joey looked at me with annoyance. “You are not waking me up again. Next time you might wake up my mate; I do not know how she managed to sleep through your little wake-up call the first time.”
“Did you not hear what I said? They want to blackmail Neil. They want to do basically the same thing to
Joey’s face remained stoic. “I heard what you said, and yes you should have warned him. But you didn’t. Now sit back down. 1 am still hoping to get a little bit of sleep before my shift tomorrow.” He then
glanced at the clock. “Correction, today.”
I suddenly felt like punching Joey. Why did I choose to come to him and not Dr. Miller? Why did I think he was different than before? That he would listen to me?
“I am telling you that one of the werewolf council members is in danger of getting raped -just like I was- and all you can think about is sleep?”
“Sit down, Nick.”
I stared at Joey in disbelief, I was shocked at how cavalier he was being about the Neil situation, but I was just as shocked-if not more shocked- at how he was carrying himself. He was seriously acting
more like a beta wolf than a warrior. He even had an aura of authority.
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