DERRICK POV
Dalton had set the software in motion a while ago, fingers flying across his keyboard like his life depended on it. He'd programmed it to run voice recognition, picking up keywords like “golden wolf,” “Kai,” “Fangar,” “Winter Pack,” or anything else his oversized brain deemed suspicious.
Dalton had the brain. I had the brawn. And the temper of a cornered bear on tequila.
So now, we were killing time—hiding in plain sight inside Prince Simon’s private office, having lunch like this was just another day and not the moment before the storm.
Lilly was still glued to Kai. The little girl had curled into our mate like a freaking baby koala and had refused to move ever since. She’d even fell asleep, drooling against Kai’s chest like she’d found the one place on earth safe enough t
