Chapter 42 : What is Blaise Plotting?

*Matt*

Jack was less than thrilled as he pulled into the hotel lot and parked. He would have ignored the pain in his joints and forced himself to endure the hours remaining on our drive back to the Alpha King’s house if I hadn’t insisted that he stop. Of course, his own injuries weren’t enough to make him agree, but Kenna’s discomfort convinced him. Reid texted my phone to let us know that Kenna needed a break. It was already past midnight, so it only made sense to stop for the night rather than take a break and press on. We were a little more than halfway to our destination.

“How are you feeling?” I asked. “And don’t lie.”

Jack stiffly removed his seatbelt and turned to glare at me. There was no heat in his eyes at all, he looked exhausted.

“Sore,” he said in irritation.