Their flashy clothes clung to their lithe, muscular frames and showed off their assets to any interested male. And there were plenty of men who were interested. They wore the latest in human fashion, unlike me and Mom, whose wardrobe consisted mostly of hand-me-downs.
“Ew,” Trish dusted off her shoulder as if coming into contact with me had left a residue. “A rat.”
“Someone ought to call an exterminator before it becomes an infestation,” Tanya added.
Tara covered her glossy, pink lips with her hand and snickered.
I’m surprised you notice anything beyond that massive ego, Trish. I kept the thought to myself and schooled my expression into a neutral mask. After years of this treatment, it took much more than this to crack through my shield. Though inside, as always, the insults pelted me raw. These were the Terrible T’s, as I thought of them, and they had bullied me almost as horribly as Troy.
“It’s a shame that Alpha Gregor is dead,” Tanya said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Troy will be alone without his family to help him through this. But I’m sure you’ll be there for Troy, right, Trish?”
Trish’s laugh was the sound of an ice cube crunching between teeth. “Of course. I’ll visit him as soon as he’s feeling up to it.”
The girls giggled, and I wished the ceiling could cave down on me or that I would spontaneously combust—anything to avoid having to entertain the possibility of Trish and Troy ruling the pack together. Dying would be preferable to enduring their torment twenty-four seven. Trish and her friends knew that, which was why they were talking about it in front of me.
“Oh, you’re still here?” Tara asked as if she’d completely forgotten about my presence. “Can’t you take a hint?”
Trish’s hand, lightning quick, suddenly grabbed my shoulder. I winced under her viselike grip, which caused the other girls to laugh.
“Such a fragile thing, aren’t you?” Trish said, her long, flaxen hair spilling in perfect waves over her shoulders as she bent toward me. “Better scurry along now, little rat, before one of us accidentally crushes you.”
The moment Trish released my shoulder, I accepted the dismissal and hurried the rest of the way to Mom. My shoulder throbbed. I knew I’d have an awful bruise tomorrow, but considering how badly that could have gone, it was a small price to pay for colliding with the Terrible T’s. I’d learned that it was always better to stay silent and unseen when they were around. News of the Alpha’s passing must have made me careless.
I took my spot beside Mom, who leaned in close to speak to me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “I’m fine. Let’s just get this morning over with.”
“Agreed. Things are about to get very busy around the pack.”
I tried to focus on passing out bowls of oatmeal. I kept my eye on the door, dreading the moment when Troy or one of his friends would walk in, but to my surprise (and relief), he never showed. In fact, as I looked around the dining hall, I noticed that half the normal number of wolves were gathered around the tables. Word of Alpha Gregor’s passing must’ve made the rounds. News like that wouldn’t take long to spread. Many wolves would have rushed home to prepare for the days of mourning.
In addition to the celebrations, the older wolves would share stories of the bravery and valor of the old Alpha. Young male wolves would fight each other to impress Troy in hopes of being promoted to be his beta or at least part of his inner circle. The of-age females, including some older unmated ones, would primp and preen and flaunt their bodies in front of Troy. For these hopefuls, there was much to do around their homes.
Breakfast was over sooner than usual because of Gregor’s sudden passing. After the dishes were clean, Mom and I headed home.
“Mom, what will we do for the days of mourning?” I asked.
“We’ll harvest all the fruits and vegetables we’ll need for the feasts.” She set her gaze on me, a knowing gentleness in her eyes. “You don’t have to worry about Troy. I doubt you’ll come in contact with him at all because of his father’s passing. He’ll be far too busy with preparations.”
I gave her a small smile. It was a relief to hear that I wouldn’t have to worry about Troy. Most of the pack worshipped the ground the Redwolfs walked on, so the thought of having to watch Troy’s already overinflated ego grow even larger left a sour taste in my mouth.
Keeping my focus on the garden would also allow me to think of an action plan for my escape. I had five days, and I needed to use that time wisely.
Mom and I went immediately to the community garden, which was visible from our house. Mom wanted me to look at the peppers and do some prep work for the time of mourning. I walked through the wooden gate that Mom had built before I was even a part of her life, and the welcome smell of fresh vegetables greeted me. Mom’s green thumb was supernatural.
I had heard talk around the pack that Mom had always possessed a spiritual, magical connection that allowed her to know the land like no one else. When I was younger, I had imagined that she was a fairy or a nymph—like the creatures in the fairy tales I loved to read. I believed that Mom’s fey blood allowed her to grow plants even in the winter. As I grew, I understood that whatever connection she had to the earth, it wasn’t fey.
No, Mom was a shifter through and through. Still, the respect and dedication she showed to the land and the care with which she looked after not just the plants in the community garden but also the vegetation and fauna that surrounded the pack grounds—these were the things that allowed Mom to form her bond with the land.
Unfortunately, life had done more than enough to convince me that if magic was real, it didn’t want anything to do with me—and honestly, the possibility of magic was beside the point. The benefits that Mom’s green thumb provided for the Kings’ pack were evident. I liked to think that I had some connection to the land, but it wasn’t as strong as my mom’s. I could only hope that I would one day accumulate a fraction of her knowledge.As we stepped over the tilled fields, I switched out my winter gloves for the old, worn gardening ones. They were designed for hands larger than mine, but they fastened at the wrists for easy adjustability.The garden expanded for acres. Corn, squash, and even tomatoes and cucumbers were among the plants that spread across the ground. Though we were well past the last frost of the season, it still got cold at night in the mountains, so the vegetables that required the warmest temperatures grew in a greenhouse of PVC pipes and green-tinted plastic. I had des
If the Terrible T’s or Troy were looking for me, they would find me easily. I felt exposed as I reached the shed that sat on top of the root cellar. Once I was done here, I’d need to hurry back to the safety of the garden. The shed was made of pine, and it held a few landscaping supplies. The trapdoor that led to the root cellar had a heavy-duty brass and iron lock on it, but it was kept unlocked during the day. Today, fortunately, was no exception.I turned back to the door, but before I stepped through it, I heard voices on the other side. A pair of women, from the sound of it.“—mate told me that the humans just get worse and worse,” one of them was saying. “Did you hear about them?”My eyes widened at the word human. I stepped closer to the door and pressed my ear against it.“No, what happened?”“Well, apparently, when he went into a nearby city, he learned there was a major sex-trafficking ring busted.”The other woman gasped. “No!”“Yes! They’ve been trading young girls and boy
“Rough night?” she had asked me that morning when she saw my black hair messy with sleep and the crease from my pillow imprinted on my face, just below my cheekbone. “Did you dream of the girl with the ghostly eyes?”I’d rubbed my face with my hand. It wasn’t uncommon for Mom to let herself into my cabin while I slept. It used to annoy me, but I had given up on telling her to keep away long ago. Besides, her visits didn’t interfere with my duties, so there was no reason for me to fuss about it.“It’s too early for this, Mom,” I’d said with a sigh.She had grinned, and her teeth shone in the morning light. Her hair was pushed back from her face; her small hands wrapped around one of my larger mugs. “I disagree. Now is the best time to talk about your dream while it’s still fresh in your mind.”Reluctantly, I had admitted that yes, I’d dreamed of the girl again, and no, I was no closer to figuring out who the hell she was. As always, it was too dark in the dream for me to make out any d
“Walk with me?” he asked.I nodded. At his expression, I pushed all thoughts of Mom, destiny, and the woman haunting my dreams aside.The cool night air outside my cabin smelled slightly sweet; the blossoms of late spring had released their scent for everyone to enjoy. My pack was encased in darkness, but because shifters tended to keep late nights, torches and lanterns were ablaze within most cabins. It was a rather enchanting sight, but Dom and I turned away from the compound and into the thicket of trees near my cabin. We had something serious to discuss.“I’ve got news,” Dom said.“Go ahead.”“We received word last night that the Kings’ Alpha died.”Stillness fell over me, so total that even my wolf was silent. It wasn’t the silence of dread or sadness—it was more like the calm before a terrible storm.Dom, sensing the shift in me, took a step to the side but continued speaking. “The week of mourning and celebrations has already started. In five days, Troy Redwolf will ask for cha
Neither could I. In fact, at the thought of blood, my wolf was salivating at the mouth. This lust for blood made me think that even if I did end up having a destiny, it would be anything but “divine.” I crossed my arms and began walking again. Dom followed.“I’ll want to pull our best hunters to nail down the details,” I said. “It’ll be five days until the challenge ceremony. That’s less time than I’d like, but we need to have an airtight plan of action for this to work.”“Of course. I’ll get the guys together. Once we know what we’re doing, I’ll put together obstacle courses and practice runs to make sure we move like a well-oiled machine.”“That’s what I like to hear.” My lips pulled away from my teeth as I grinned. “Earlier, I was debating whether or not I should go on another run, but I think I’ve made my decision now.”Dom grinned. “Do you want company?”“No, I’m good. You get things started. We’ll talk again once we have something more in place.”“Understood.”He ran back toward
Finally, Mom and I were so far down the pecking order that we were never given the opportunity to pick from the new goods.Because the Kings’ pack went through apparel so quickly, there was an abundance of wasted fabric. Sometimes that fabric would be recycled into the pack as blankets or home textiles, but the bulk of the fabric was dispersed among other packs in the area, beginning with those most in the Kings’ pack’s good graces. The Wargs, of course, were never given any of the Kings’ resources.My solution to the issue of the worn-out flats was a little spur of the moment, but I’d make do. And maybe I was biased, but I kind of liked the way the black laces looked against the pale skin of my legs. I wondered if I’d ever be able to find someone who made me feel confident and desirable.That question caused me to think about the green-eyed stranger again. Lately, whenever I had a quiet moment to myself, he returned to my thoughts. The only place I felt safe and warm, other than wit
He looked like he could wake up any second, and his dark emerald eyes would survey the crowd. The coffin was made to suit his body, but his large shoulders pressed awkwardly against the walls.Women sniffled and dabbed at their eyes while men stood statue-still, ready to show their respect. Though the atmosphere was heavy, no one was as sorrowful as Gregor’s mate, Nora. Her dark eyes stared dolefully at the coffin, tears pouring silently down her face and dripping from her chin. I couldn’t help but stare at the sad, beautiful woman. It’s hard to believe that even someone like Gregor could be loved so much. So much for a fair world.A few minutes later, the pack Elder parted from the crowd. Forsythe, an old, bald man who used a cane to walk, stood near the body and waited for a raised platform to be wheeled over. Once it had arrived, he mounted the platform, and a woman brought him a burning torch, which he held aloft over Gregor’s body. The orange flame danced and crackled in the cool
I put a smile on my face, but it fell the moment she turned away. I needed to get home as soon as possible. The last thing I wanted was for Troy to find me and make good on his silent threat.I tried to keep my head down as I walked through the crowd. My pace was quick, but I hoped that the uniform crowd of black outfits would allow me to blend in. As I passed between a few trees, a figure stepped into my path, and I almost collided face-first with Tanya’s chest. Dread was like ice filling my bloodstream as I took a step backward. Damn, damn, damn!“She’s going nowhere fast, don’t you think, Trish?” Tanya asked.“I’m surprised she can move at all in those clothes.” Trish snaked around a tree trunk, her red lips lifting in a mocking smirk. “You’re drowning in that jacket, girl.”Tara snickered from behind me. She bumped my shoulder roughly as she walked past me to stand with the other Terrible T’s. This was exactly what I’d wanted to avoid. They had stopped me just out of Mom’s sight.