Tyson glared at me, and Mitchell remained still behind me. He knew I was the only thing keeping them away from him.
“Lucy, come here,” Tyson snarled, his lip pulling over his teeth slightly as he glared at Mitchell pressed against my back.
“No, not until you give Mitchell his car keys and let him leave.”
“That’s not happening,” Ace said with a snarl as he folded his arms across his broad chest and glared down at me.
“Then we will remain right here. I am not moving because the moment I do, you will hurt him.” Ace reached for me, but I slapped his hand, wondering if Lucille would shift again if needed. I wasn’t sure how to force it.
“Right here, Luce. I have a bone to pick with him anyway. I don’t mind delivering on that threat earlier or taking his hand. At least then the jerk will know to keep them off other girls,” she said.
“Wait, you know?” I asked her, remembering to focus on my surroundings.
“Yep, I have always been here, Lucy. I was just blocked off. I still saw and felt everything you did though sometimes it was hard to see,” she said.
“So, you know everything about me?”
“I am your wolf. We are one now. You will never have to fight a battle alone again, Lucy. I am sorry I failed you,” she said, but I shook my head.
“Weird, huh, talking to a wolf?” Mitchell said behind me.
“The weirdest,” I told him.
“Yeah, I spent two weeks talking out loud to myself. Should have seen the looks I got at school before I realized I was speaking my mind to the world.” He laughed.
“Wait, was I doing that?”
“No, Luce, I could just tell by the distracted look on your face,” Mitchell said. I let out a breath, but Tyson and Ace were observing us. Mitchell’s phone started ringing on the ground behind Tyson, who turned and picked it up.
“It’s his mother,” Tyson said, and I held my hand out for his phone.
“No, not until you move off him. You are practically sitting on his lap, Lucy.”
“I want his car keys,” I told him, and his jaw clenched as his eyes darted to Mitchell before going back to me.
“That is not an option,” he said when I saw his eyes glaze over. Ace did, too, and I reached over, snatching the phone from Tyson’s grip and passing it to Mitchell. Tyson’s claws slipped from his fingers, and he looked like he was about to do something. Ace, however, was still locked in a mindlink and by his expression, he looked pissed off before his eyes brightened to the normal silver color.
“Ryker is on his way,” Ace said, looking at Tyson, and he cursed. Not even two minutes later, I heard a car on the gravel driveway. A few more minutes passed when I stood up, and so did Mitchell. Tyson instantly lunged at Mitchell to grab him as Ace ripped me toward him. A growl escaped me, and I elbowed him in the stomach, making him let go before elbowing him in the face. I then shoved Tyson and got back between Mitchell and him. The car stopped, and Ryker jumped out with Jacob.
My stepfather looked as murderous as Tyson and Ace, and I grabbed Mitchell’s arm as he approached.
“Why is he still here?” Ryker snapped at Tyson and Ace.
“No one is touching him,” I blurted out, and my father snarled at me.
“That’s not for you to decide, Lucy. Grab him, Jacob,” Ryker said, and Jacob rushed over. I growled at him, baring my teeth, and he stopped.
“Lucy, enough. Stop this,” Ryker snapped at me.
“No! You don’t get a say. He is my friend. I forgave him for his part. He handed Josie over, for fuck’s sake. He isn’t going to do anything.”
“You’re right, he isn’t, because he is coming with me. Now, stand down, or I will make you,” Ryker said coldly. Mitchell sighed behind me.
“Where is mom?” I asked Ryker.
“At home with Ryden and Rayan, now move.”
“No!” I told him, and I felt Lucille come forward. Ryker blinked at me before his eyes darted down to realize I only had a shirt on before flicking back to my eyes. He stepped forward, cocking his head to the side and observing me, and I knew he could feel her.