Instead, they simply sat her down and asked their questions openly.
They wanted to know about her past, her life in the Dark Moon pack,
her parents, her relationships and what she knew or heard about the
Thunderfalls pack. Some of their questions brought her to the verge
of tears, but she stoically swallowed her tears and her pride and
answered them honestly. The truth might be ugly, but they deserved
to know everything about her.
They scrutinized her, tested
her, interrogated her. But they didn't ignore her. They asked some
hard questions, but they never insulted her. She saw that they were
intelligent, discerning and fair. The Thunderfalls pack held open
and frank discussions about anything and everything. Every member of
the pack had the right to speak his or her mind. They would debate
and argue, or even fight it out, but they didn't scheme behind one
another's backs.
They didn't scheme to get
one of their pack members killed by sending her on a mission that was
bound to fail.
She realized that Mason and the rest of the Dark Moon wolves never intended for
her to make it back alive. They never wanted
her to succeed in her mission. All
they wanted was for her to be caught. And killed.
Some of Andrew's lieutenants
had laughed out loud when they heard how she had tried to assassinate
Noah, who was one of their best and most fearsome fighters. Noah was
one of Andrew's lieutenants, and Andrew had put him in charge of the
pack's anniversary celebrations. Noah had single-handedly thwarted
an attack by the Night Jaguars, and the banquet was in his honor.
The banquet was to celebrate the pack's one hundredth anniversary, as
well as to celebrate Noah's exemplary courage and outstanding
contribution and success.
Andrew had graciously
stepped back that night and assumed a security role to let Noah enjoy
the limelight. Leah couldn't imagine Mason doing that. Mason was
too proud, too insecure and small-minded to let any of his
lieutenants take the glory. Andrew was a very good Alpha, but he was
not weak. Not. At. All.
If she had tried to stab
Noah that night, Noah could have killed her without batting an
eyelid.
Andrew, though, was even
more deadly and dangerous than the boyish-looking Noah. He could
kill with his mind. He was sharp and shrewd, and when it came to
protecting his pack, he was ruthless.
“At that dinner,
Andrew could have snapped your neck, disposed of you and still make
it back in time for dessert,” Meiling, her trainer, had
quipped.
When she paled, Meiling
simply patted her hand and shrugged. “But he didn't murder
you. He marked you instead.”
Meiling's calm, astute
observation didn't make her blush and squirm. She had gotten used to
their bluntness. They didn't mince their words, but they valued
honesty and courage. It was okay to make mistakes, but you had to be
brave and honest enough to admit your mistakes. Because she was open
with them and held nothing back, they forgave her and accepted her
wholeheartedly into the pack.
She trained with them,
worked with them and lived in their territory. Noah ran the
Thunderfalls security firm, which provided security services to the
residents of North County. He hired her as an administrative
assistant, and she rented a nice, little apartment near her office.
The block of apartments belonged to the Thunderfalls pack, but not
all the residents in the block were Thunderfalls wolves. There were
some human families, and a handful of other shifters in her block.
The Thunderfalls pack had
given her sanctuary, protection and a home. For the first time in
her life, she felt safe. She knew that Andrew watched her all the
time. He had access to her apartment, and he would come to her in
the middle of the night. He was a great lover, and he was her only
lover. She didn't need anyone else. And she didn't want anyone
else. She felt safe, happy and loved. She was finally, truly happy.
Leah closed her eyes and
slowed her breathing. She could feel her wolf rising, shaking
Jerry B. Jenkins, Chris Fabry