Destiny of the Wolf hotw-2

by Terry Spear

  “He has a whole pack to assist him.”

  Jake gave her a smug smile and carried her into a room. Vases of roses and wildflowers cluttered an antique dresser and one of the bedside tables, scenting the air with the most delightful summertime floral fragrance despite being autumn. He glanced at the flowers and shook his head, then laid her in a king-sized, canopied bed of white eyelet. Fit for a princess.

  Silva hurried into the room with Lelandi’s medicine, jeans, and the extra pillow. “Nurse Grey, Bertha Hastings, Tom, and a few others sent the flowers. Four secret admirers also.” She pulled a card off a vase of wildflowers and handed it to her. “From me.”

  To one hell of a fighter! Go get ‘em girl! Next margarita‘s on me! Your friend, Silva.

  Lelandi managed a groggy, heartfelt smile. “Thanks, Silva. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me.

  Jake headed for the door. “Holler if you need any of us.”

  “Will do.” Silva handed Lelandi another card as Jake shut the door. “This one’s anonymous. Your secret admirers probably hope Darien decides he doesn’t want you and you’ll be interested in one of them.”

  He didn’t really want her. He wanted her sister.

  Her heart in her throat, Lelandi read the card out loud. “You sure shook up the town, little lady. You’ll make a first-class mate. From someone who would like a chance at being more than a friend.”

  Silva handed her another. “The anonymous guys probably called the flower orders in. I’ll find out from Rosie who sent them.”

  “After I discover what happened to my sister and take care of the bastard, I’m leaving to find my brother.” Lelandi glanced down at the card.

  “I’ve been keeping myself for the best. Wanna tango, baby? Loving you.”

  She gave a short laugh. “I could never tango.”

  “I’m more of a rock and roll kind of girl.” Silva placed her hands on her hips. “I havent a clue who any of these guys could be,” She waved at a dozen red roses. “I’ll let this guy give you his card in person.”

  “Who?”

  “Tom. These burgundy and gold mums are from Bertha Hastings. She says,

  ‘You kept your room as neat as a pin, until Darien and Sheriff Sheridan broke in and made a mess of it. To cheer you, here’s a pot of flowers they didn‘t manage to break. Get well, young lady. Your room will be ready once you‘ve recovered. Free of charge. Bertha Hastings.’

  She’s a sweet old lady. Really was worried about you.” Frowning, Silva touched her finger to her lips. “Hmm, one vase of flowers is conspicuously absent.”

  “From whom?”

  Silva wiggled her brows. “Darien. He probably didn’t want to order any without raising any more speculation about you and him. Rosie would have told the world.”

  Lelandi took a tired breath and put her hand on her waist. “Jake didn’t send me any either.”

  Silva laughed out loud. “He’s too cheap. Woe to the girl who ever tries to win his heart.”

  “He could give her a framed photo of wildflowers. They’re really lovely.”

  “Don’t tell him you think so. That’s why they’re hidden on the staircase and not displayed in the living room for all to see. He loves doing it, but he doesn’t like for anyone to know.”

  Except for Lelandi. She smiled at the contradiction.

  “Hmm. the vase of carnations are from a couple of girls who are staying at Hastings Bed and Breakfast. Caitlin and Minx. They said they worried about you when you were in the loft and hoped you were okay. I heard they’re sixteen and want to join the pack.”

  Lelandi sighed. “How sweet of them to send me flowers.” She wondered which of the twins had found her crying over her sister’s letter that night. But she couldn’t help feeling touched that they cared enough to send her the carnations.

  “Another anonymous guy. You sure made a stir.” Silva handed the card to Lelandi, then ruffled through another vase of flowers. “I don’t see who this one is from.”

  “Stay around and get to know me, why don‘t you, honey? I’ll be seeing you. A fun-loving lupus garou,”

  Lelandi read out loud. “I’m surprised these guys showed any interest.”

  “It’s the alpha in you. Turns them on.” Silva bent down to retrieve a card off the floor. “Here it is.” Her brow furrowed and she cast Lelandi a condemning look. “I thought you said your parents were dead.”

  Chapter 11

  EXPECTING TREVOR TO CATCH EVERYTHING SILVA AND Lelandi secretly discussed while he was listening at the guest bedroom door, Darien sat in his favorite leather chair in the living room and motioned to Tom to get on with the abbreviated meeting.

  “Uncle Sheridan called and said he’s reconstructing the crime scene over the coffee-drugging incident at the hospital. And Doc Oliver hasn’t fully recovered from the coffee,” Tom said. “One of the lab technicians discovered it was that date rape drug, GHB.”

  “Crap. Any fingerprints?”

  “Tons. Problem is everyone uses the coffeepot.”

  “All right. What have you got for me?” Darien asked as Sam served up the pizza.

  “Carol Wood wants to work as a nurse at the hospital, but I heard you told her no. She asked if I’d try to sway you.”

  “I still say no. If she doesn’t like working as a school nurse, she can move to another town.”

  Jake lifted a slice of pizza from his plate. “She’ll be trouble. I’ll bet my paycheck on it.”

  “Other news, Tom?”

  “The town is gearing up for the fall festival. Uncle Sheridan is pretty mad that he has to be here again during the activities. That was one of the real reasons he took a vacation,” Tom said.

  “He can concentrate on the shootings.”

  “Yeah, but he says his men will be so busy with the Influx of tourists...”

  Darien motioned to Mason. “I need you to coordinate a thirty-man call-up police force for backup.”

  Mason raised a can of beer in agreement. “Will do, Darien. I know you didn’t want to have the fall fair again, but it brought in around seventy-five thousand dollars to small business owners when revenues are way off this time of year. Good for the bank, too.” He grabbed another slice of pizza. “Until we have our first good snowfall and the ski slopes open... we need to do something. The Silver Town Train Ride through the mines hasn’t brought in much in the line of profits this summer either.”

  Darien didn’t like the sudden swell in the human population. Too many things could go wrong. But he did believe in his peoples’ say in matters that affected their well-being also. Not all pack leaders would agree.

  Tom cleared his throat and flipped over another page from his notepad. “A family of five wants to join the pack.”

  Darien took a swig of beer. “Why are so many wanting to move into the town?”

  Tom shrugged. “What do you want to do?”

  “Has Uncle Sheridan checked them out?”

  “They came in during the evening of the shootings. I figured that might change their minds, but they still want to be considered for inclusion in the pack.”

  “What’s the breakdown of the family unit?”

  “Father, mother, brother of the head of household, and sixteen-year-old twin daughters.”

  Jake gave a small smile. “As long as it’s not any more cantankerous young males?”

  “Yeah. Have Uncle Sheridan find out what they expect to work at here, their former job skills, training, any past records of problems, why they want to join our pack in particular. Where are they staying in the meantime?”

  “Hastings B&B. Bertha knows the drill. She’s taking notes and having them watched when she can’t. What do you want to do about the Woodcroft boys?” Tom asked.

  “I thought Uncle Sheridan was taking care of it.”

  “He deferred the decision to you about setting the punishment.”

  “Have the boys paint the school walls. Carpenter Myers can oversee the Job to ensur
e they do it right. Mason. I want you to arrange that.”

  “Will do.”

  Tom waited further word, but Darien shook his head. “Should be enough. Did Uncle Sheridan explain to the boys that their parents didn’t pay taxes to support the school? That only the humans pay them and the silver mine subsidizes the rest?”

  “Some have grumbled that they want their kids to go to the school instead of home school them,” Tom said.

  “No. Just like with a human nurse working at the hospital, a testy lupus garou teen trying to prove something to one of the humans could get out of hand. We school our own. Several families are happy to teach the kids of other families who are too busy working.”

  Tom made a note. “We’ve got another gray wanting to learn all he can about the operation of our town.”

  Darien finished his beer. “Why all the interest? We’ve had three in the last month.”

  “Word’s getting around we’re a model town.” Jake said. “How many leaders do we know who can boast running their own towns since their inception without human interference? Even though we try to maintain our shabby look to discourage too much Interest, some alpha pack leaders want to build something like we have.”

  “All right, same as with the ones who want to join the pack, Tom. I want the guy watched. Do a background check on him. Report anything suspicious to either Uncle Sheridan or me. With this situation with Lelandi and her sister, we can’t be too cautious. Any other business?”

  Jake raised a finger. “Rosie delivered twelve vases of flowers for Lelandi, but she told me secret admirers sent four of them.”

  Darien snorted. ‘Hell, what next? Have the anonymous buyers traced.”

  “And then?” Jake asked.

  “I’ll talk to them.”

  Tom chuckled, but quickly coughed to cover his response when Darien gave him a sharp look.

  Trevor hurried into the living room, his face hard. “I thought her parents were supposed to be dead.”

  Darien stared at him. “What? Who?”

  “Silva said Lelandi got flowers from them.”

  Lelandi stared at the card signed: Love, Morn and Dad, typical order called in and signed at the flower shop. “It has to be a sick joke.” Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked up at Silva, but disbelief filled her face. “Bruin‘s deputies told me my parents had died in a car accident. He put me under guard, but I escaped shortly afterward. They murdered my parents because Larissa ran away. I kept wanting my parents to move, but they wouldn’t budge. I knew our pack leader would take revenge.”

  Silva pulled a chair over to the bed and took a seat. ‘What If your parents’ deaths were faked? What if this Bruin character wanted you to look for your sister, then he’d know what became of her? Maybe he had you followed? The guy wearing the hooded copper coat, maybe?”

  Bruin? Oh hell, she’d let the pack leader’s name sup. “He put me under armed guard. He said he’d have me mated to his brother after he declared.., my sister was dead.”

  “Her husband? Bruin’s brother?”

  Why did she have to mention his name? Great, just great. “What do you know about my sister?” Lelandi asked, before she gave away her whole frigging past.

  She had to get off this pain medicine for good. Although she was surprised after Ritka had said that the Green Valley deputy knew who she was, Darien never mentioned it to her. Maybe it was a hoax.

  “I’d never tell anyone else what Larissa told me in private. But I thought you should know. She was really worried someone would find her. I assumed it was her red pack or her family. That they wouldn’t approve that she’d taken a gray mate, although she said she was a loner and had no living family.” Silva glanced at the card in Lelandi’s hand. “I never in a million years dreamed she might have been mated and the guy was still alive. Do you think he’s the one who put a contract out on her?”

  “But someone was blackmailing her before this. That makes me think it was someone else who knew she was mated, and she didn’t want him to tell Darien.”

  “Yeah, that’s a pretty low blow for a pack leader. So,” Silva said, her eyes round, “was the other guy she was mated to high up in the chain?”

  Lelandi ignored the question. “He’s abusive, drinks too much. I... I wanted my family to leave—to find my brother. To settle somewhere new. But... they wouldn’t.”

  Silva patted her hand. “Ties too strong to the pack?”

  Lelandi didn’t say anything. They had no ties to the pack—usurpers. Just a connection to the land. But revealing too much wasn’t a good idea. As if she hadn’t already.

  When she didn’t respond. Silva took up the slack. “Darien said he’s returning you to your pack. But I figure the way he kissed you means he’s changed his mind. You don’t want to return to them, do you?”

  Lelandi’s face heated. “They killed my parents! I’m not returning. The pack leader will force me to mate his brother. I won’t go back,”

  “You can’t run off on your own on some wild lupus garou chase looking for your brother either. What if you never find him? You could be found out, hurt, killed. What about this guy in the copper coat? Is he a family member, or one of the pack?”

  Lelandi shook her head.

  Silva took a breath, then abruptly changed the subject. “I tried to get Larissa to tell me what was bothering her. I thought maybe it was the pregnancy. Hormonal imbalance kind of thing.”

  Her sister had been pregnant? Lelandi stifled a cry and tears pricked her eyes.

  Silva’s eyes widened. “I... I thought you knew. Oh. sweetie, I’m so sorry. I’ll get you a box of tissues.” She hurried into the attached bathroom and opened a cabinet.

  Lelandi couldn’t believe her sister had been pregnant when she couldn’t get that way with Crassus. Had she been taking birth control measures behind his back? No wonder Darien was so devastated. Not only had she died, but his offspring had as well. Oh, god, the travesty of It.

  Silva returned to the bedroom and put the box of tissues on the bedside table. “Something about Darien and your sister’s relationship was all wrong. Do you believe in soul mates among lupus garous?”

  “No.” Lelandi dabbed her eyes with a tissue. No. She didn’t believe in such a thing even if a hunk of a lupus garou had invaded her dreams for the last several months. Alpha pack leaders often decided who could mate. But she’d never heard of their kind finding their own soul mate. Silva studied her so intensely. Lelandi finally opened up as she pulled the covers to her chin. “I’ve had really vivid dreams, and I sure wish the guy was real.”

  Silva’s eyes widened. Omigosh, you’ve been dream mated with... with...” She looked down at the floor, then gave an almost imperceptible smile.

  “What?”

  Silva’s gaze shifted to Lelandi. “Dream mating. That’s what Julia Wildthorn, the romance writer, calls it. When soul mates can’t locate each other in the real world, if one has the ability he or she can reach out to the other, offer the bond that unites them. If the other accepts, they’re dream mated.”

  “I don’t understand how she can make all that stuff up. She says the lupus garous talk like humans in their wolf forms, stand upright even, and worse? Their clothes vanish when they shapeshift into the wolf’s form and reappear on their human form without any effort.”

  “She can’t reveal our true nature.” Silva huffed. “Besides, I love how her lupus garous find meaningful, heartfelt relationships. We deserve something like that. Your sister said Darien told her he dreamed of her—that’s why he pursued her. Except she didn’t live up to his expectations in real life. Rumors abound that Darien’s grandfather, father, and a couple of his uncles were dream mated.” Silva took a ragged breath. “What if that’s the reason he went after her? Only she wasn’t the right one. What if you were? What if your sister realized this, too?”

  Her heart racing, Lelandi stared at the bedcover, her thoughts in turmoil. What if everything Silva said was true? But she never saw her dream lover�
�s face. Never heard his voice. Couldn’t smell his scent.

  Silva stood and looked out the window. “What if she was so depressed because she didn’t want Darien to learn you were the right woman, and she probably wouldn’t want you to know either? On top of that, she was mated to the beast before she met Darien, and she couldn’t let Darien know about that either? Damn. I could see why she was so depressed.”

  Her sister couldn’t have done this to her. How could she? But to get away from Bruin and Crassus, Lelandi could understand why Larissa had left. She deserved to be loved.

  Silva turned to Lelandi. “What did he look like? This guy in your dreams?”

  “I ...” She shook her head. She wasn’t sure.

  “Maybe Darien isn’t the guy.” The elusive smile was fixed once again to Silva’s ups. “Another thing is...” She let her breath out. “I think Larissa had some affection for a gray working in the silver mine.”

  In disbelief, Lelandi stared at her. Her sister couldn’t have been having an affair with someone else.

  Silva dropped into the chair. “What if that had something to do with her depression? She’d found the real guy of her dreams, and she couldn’t have him. Three living male lupus garous at once who pegged her for their own is just not done.”

  How could Larissa’s life have gotten so screwed up? Lelandi closed her eyes, fighting tears. “The medicine’s making me sleepy.”

  Silva didn’t move for what seemed an eternity, and then she stood. “All right, honey. You get some sleep.” She strode to the door and closed it behind her.

  If Larissa had had a lover, who else had known? How could she have done this to Darien?

  In the hall, Trevor talked to Silva in a hushed voice. “Darien can’t believe in dream mating. Damned hogwash if you ask me. That’s why he mated the red?”

  “Sounds to me like it.” Silva said. “But I think he got the wrong girl.”

  Then everything grew deathly quiet.