The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 115

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I couldn’t waste any more time. Nika could be dying, and Alexander…

It was hard to accept that I had to let go of the little one, and Sasha didn’t want to leave me either. She grabbed my hair tightly when I tried to hand her over to Ishida, and she started crying even louder, her mouth wide open, her face red with anger.

I gathered all the courage I had left at that point to pry open her tiny fists and force her to let go of me. To this day I don’t know how I managed it: I turned my back on her, on the helicopter, and on my own desperation so I wouldn’t see them leave, so quickly that no one could stop them.

Luke acted like a good cop, holding the situation together, and I ended up under his arm.

“It’s over now, Johanna… it’s over. It’s done,” he told me in a murmur while rubbing my back

with his hand.

I couldn’t do anything but burst into tears and press myself against him.

Perhaps the most interesting thing is that I didn’t even know why I was crying – whether it was relief, pain, fear, uncertainty, exhaustion, sorrow, defeat, or a mixture of all of that…

The sound of the helicopter behind us changed, and the wind grew stronger. Luke and I turned around, and to my surprise, it wasn’t that the machine was preparing to leave, but that another aircraft had appeared – smaller and darker – which circled above our heads and then moved away for a moment.

The VLC Group helicopter must have understood the message, because they lifted off within seconds, leaving the landing zone free for this second black aircraft, which didn’t take long to settle onto the large fluorescent “H.”

Although I had no idea who this new craft belonged to, it was much more important for me to follow with my eyes the path of the first helicopter that moved away quickly, until I lost sight of it.

When I became aware again of what was happening, someone was shouting at Luke in English, and a team of four dark-skinned men stood very close to us, looking at us with very black and intimidating eyes.

“Where is he?” demanded the one who seemed to be the leader.

The floodlights bathed in halogen glow the stern face of a man with an Arab appearance fairly dark skin, very thick eyebrows, full lips, and dark, aggressive eyes – tall and strongly

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built, dressed in a kind of full-body suit very similar to the one Alexander’s brother wore.

He was armed, and not only that, he looked like the head of some Middle Eastern commando unit. That was my first impression.

The man looked at me only for a second and frowned, but he became distracted when Luke pointed toward the stairwell booth.

“In the workshop! He’s alive, the wolf didn’t kill him!” Sheriff McCord said quickly.

“Good!” agreed the Arab, with a slight smile that could have been relief or satisfaction. He made a signal to the four men waiting for him, and they headed in the direction indicated to carry out their task, whatever it was.

The leader stayed with us and looked at us again with confidence.

“There’s a cleanup team on the way! Keep the area clear of civilians!”

“I will! Thank you for your help, Your Highness!” Luke greeted him with a slight bow.

I didn’t really understand what was going on (and that was becoming a habit), but I was

intrigued by the sheriff’s surprised expression when the Arab extended his hand, asking for a Western greeting.

Luke gave him a firm handshake, more confident once he recovered from his astonishment, smiling and showing his fangs.

“You did well to call me!” the Arab congratulated him, with the same smile filled with white, elegant fangs. “We’ve been trying to capture him for years – we couldn’t locate him anywhere! I already believed him dead!”

“A little less toughness from the wolf, and maybe he would be!” Luke replied.

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“We’ll make sure he never hurts anyone again!” the man declared, and that time he looked at me again, perhaps with more interest than before. He turned back to the sheriff and, after pointing at me not very kindly with his thumb, added, “What about the woman?”

“I’ll take care of her!”

I wondered what those people planned to do with the lion-man.

Would they lock him up?

I hoped they would kill him, honestly.

A creature so vile and dangerous didn’t deserve to keep breathing.

It goes without saying that I was already guessing who the Arab man speaking with Luke was, but I tried not to get excited about it just yet.

There was a good chance he was one of the Al-Brahkhan – perhaps Alhasan.

I didn’t know him by photograph, but his companies and his name were often spoken of, and

I supposed that, as a good leader, he personally oversaw his family’s interests.

Although my meddling journalist spirit wanted to ask questions, I forced myself not to say a single word in front of that man.

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He intimidated me far too much with his mere presence much more than Alexander had frightened me the first time I saw him and that was while the Arab was in his “public persona.”

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If he was a prince of the lion race, it showed – and a lot.

I assumed Sheriff McCord hadn’t wasted time and had contacted them before things became more complicated.

Maybe he realized he couldn’t leave everything in our hands, because we didn’t have half the information he knew; and I felt relieved truly relieved to confirm that I hadn’t been wrong

to trust Luke despite his feline heritage.

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With another handshake and another bow, Luke and the Arab said goodbye, and the man ran back to the helicopter.

The heavy black bird was already lifting off, but he was agile and, with a leap, slipped through