by Dannika Dark
I watched him storm out the back door and out of sight.
“Mark?” I asked.
Reno straightened a picture on the wall and glanced around. “Leave our scent. He’s marking territory. We might get some help this way.”
“Someone is going to smell Austin’s pee and help?” I threw my hands up. “This is ridiculous!”
“You don’t know pack rules, do you?”
And I didn’t care. I just wanted my family found safe. I called April and explained I’d had a personal emergency. Then I called Naya, because I’m sure she was going to immediately notice a hot guy outside my apartment rigging up a camera. She was at work on her cell, so I just told her I planned to stay away for a day or so and not to worry.
Naturally, she worried. Naya knew I wasn’t a “stay away from home” kind of girl.
Chapter 13
Reno was a hard man to warm up to, but I had to give it to him, he was effective at distracting me. He gave me a brief lesson about Shifter rules and how things worked, and I wasn’t sure if he was doing it for my benefit (being that I was completely ignorant of their culture), or his own so he wouldn’t have to deal with watching me cry.
Men avoid women when the waterworks turn on the way a mouse avoids a rattlesnake. I could tell he wasn’t much of a social talker since he kept the conversation strictly about pack this and pack that.
He made a few calls and reassured me they had everything under control. Denver would drive my car to their house for safekeeping, and they’d have surveillance on my apartment at all times, including when I finally went home.
Which was a strange feeling. I didn’t even know these men and they were stepping in and taking over like I meant something to them.
But then again, maybe I did. We didn’t know about Austin’s family, but they knew everything about ours. They supported Austin’s need to form his own “practice pack,” as Reno put it.
We arrived at Austin’s house in the afternoon, and despite the fact there were people inside I’d never met, I went straight to the bedroom and shut the door.
First I paced. Then I got mad and threw things around—including a silver clock, which I smashed to pieces against the wall. It quieted in the other room during my meltdown, but no one came in to disturb me. Once I released the anger, I gave in to the sorrow and cried.
Cried myself right to sleep.
I awoke, unable to move. A crescent moon shone through the window on the left, casting a buttery glow in the dark bedroom. A heavy arm wrapped securely around my waist, and the solid press of a man’s body warmed my back.
I tried to get up and the arm tightened, restricting me from moving away.
“Don’t move,” Austin mumbled against my left shoulder. “Just go back to sleep.”
I struggled. “What did you find out?”
He finally let go and I sat up to face him. Austin wearily rubbed his face, still in his jeans and one of those wife-beater shirts. It made his tattoos soften in the moonlight, like ancient shadows carved on his arms.
“I lost the scent by the street. I’m not so sure your sister ran away. Her scent is in the yard—front and back—but it didn’t go any farther. I tracked an unfamiliar scent outside the house and if I smell that sonofabitch again in wolf form, I’ll know it.”
“You can’t smell him like you are now?”
“No,” he said. “No more than you can.”
“So you found nothing?” My voice broke. I must have looked like a mess with puffy eyes and tangled hair. Not that I cared, but the thought crossed my mind. A woman could be stranded on a deserted island with no sign of life for thousands of miles, and as soon as a rescue ship comes her way, she’ll be combing her hair with sticks and squashing berries to rub on her cheeks.
“I’ve got two of my brothers searching the house and making sure nothing was missed. We’ve put out an alert to all the packs and offered up a reward. That’ll motivate the ones we don’t usually deal with.”
“Oh.”
“I have a question, Lexi.”
“Yeah?”
He sat up and drew his brows together. I got nervous and felt my cheeks flush from the intensity of his luminous eyes.
“Why is Lorenzo Church calling on you?”
Ah, he must have listened to the messages on my machine. “Lorenzo was one of the people interested in my car and then he asked me out. Or, he’s trying to ask me out. I don’t know; he seems nice. I might,” I said with a weary voice. “Do you know him or something?”
Austin’s voice dropped an octave. “You do know he’s a Shifter, right?”
I hesitated. “So?”
“I got bad blood with him, and I don’t want Church sniffing around my pack.”
“Austin, I don’t think I’m mentally capable of arguing right now, but let me put this to bed for you. Whatever I do in my life is my choice, and I’m not making those decisions based on whatever personal issues you have with someone. He seemed like a nice guy, and…”
The thought fell away, because I remembered my mom and little sister were missing.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Austin said, getting up off the bed. I watched him walk to the door and run his fingers through his messy hair. “You hungry?”
I shook my head.
“Feed your wolf, Lexi, or—”
We both widened our eyes at the sound of the doorbell.
“Austin!” a voice boomed.
He flew out of the room and I followed closely behind him. We hurried toward the front door where Denver stood beside a guy who was wearing a red tank top and long shorts.
We walked past them and when I looked at the man in the doorway, I frantically reached out.
“Maizy!”
Wrapped in the arms of a tall man with a defined jawline was my little sister. He glanced down at me with one sapphire eye and one brown, his dark hair pulled back tightly into a ponytail. Maizy slept soundly in his arms, dressed in her favorite pink skirt, white leggings, and princess shirt.
I scooped her up and smelled her hair, overwhelmed and sobbing like a baby. She stirred a bit and looked up. “Hi, Lexi,” she said sleepily.
“Hi, Maze. How’s my girl?”
She peered up at the man and back at me, whispering. Little did she know how loud her whispers were. “He’s my prince.” Then, after a few heavy blinks, she fell asleep.
“Thank you,” I said in a broken voice.
Austin stepped forward and introduced himself, quickly explaining he was the leader of a newly formed pack in the territory. The man watched him cautiously and I realized it was because he was a Shifter. Probably a well-known one in the area by the way Austin was speaking respectfully to him. Even I could sense his power.
“I’ll take her,” Denver said over my shoulder. My hands tightened. “Let me put her to bed so you three can talk,” he insisted. “I’ll guard her window and make sure she isn’t disturbed.”
Maizy needed sleep and I had to find out what was happening, so I capitulated, kissing her cheek.
“Wait,” the man at the door said. He reached around and pulled something from his back pocket, handing it to me with an uncomfortable expression. It was her princess wand. Just a small thing Maizy liked to carry around the house because she thought she could tap it on things and make magic happen.
“She kept hitting me over the head with it,” he said with a lazy grin. Sure enough, there were red marks across his forehead.
Denver took Maizy and the wand to bed.
“Come in,” Austin said. “My home is open to you.”
Maizy’s savior glanced down at the mountain of shoes by the door.
“No need,” Austin said. “Let me get you a beer.”
“Sounds good,” he rumbled in a loud voice. He wasn’t yelling; he just spoke at a volume that demanded your attention.
They walked a few paces to the right until they reached the bar just inside the living room. It was simple and seated three, with a black granite cou
ntertop and a canister of cashews. I glanced over at Austin’s brothers who were watching with interest. Two I didn’t recognize, but I could see they were identical twins.
Almost.
Austin strolled around the bar and pulled a few cold ones from a short fridge.
“Can we have privacy?” the man requested.
“Boys, out!” Austin bellowed. “You too, Lexi.”
“Uh-uh,” I protested. “Sorry, Austin, but this is my sister and mom we’re talking about. You’ll have to wrestle me off this stool if you want me out of here. No offense, mister,” I said, taking the seat to the man’s right.
He chuckled warmly. “She can stay.”
“I’m Alexia Knight,” I said, offering my hand for him to shake. He looked at it and Austin shrugged, setting the beer in front of him.
“My name is Prince,” he replied, lightly shaking my hand.
“Prince? As in the artist formerly known as?”
“That’s my name.”
“Oh,” I said with a growing smile, “I bet Maizy just loved that.”
I wanted to ask if his last name was Charming but decided my humor might not be well received.
Austin popped the caps off the bottles and they clicked across the polished surface of the bar. He sat on a stool across from us, offering our guest a look of gratitude. “I appreciate you bringing us the girl. Where did you find her?”
Prince leaned on his forearms and tilted the green bottle. “She was wandering around on the side of the highway, dangerously close to the shoulder. A truck ahead of me nearly clipped her, so I pulled over. She refused to go with me because I wasn’t in a uniform. My apologies,” he said, looking at me. “I had to pick her up and put her in the car by force. It was the only way to get her off the road. She finally told me her name, so I made a few calls. That’s when I got wind she was on the bulletin. Didn’t find the woman. Didn’t look.” He took a long sip of the frosty beer, appreciating the import with a glance at the label.
“Did Maizy say how she got there or who took her?” I asked.
He shook his head. “All the little one said was that her mother left the house with a man and then they came back for her. They argued in the car and then the man pulled over, walked her to a sign, and forced her mother back in the car before they drove off.”
I covered my face. “Oh my God.”
“What kind of sick animal would do a thing like that?” Austin growled, pushing away from the bar.
Prince shrugged. “Sounds domestic to me. No signs of a struggle in the house and she didn’t mention seeing a weapon.”
“Did she say what he looked like?” I pressed.
He traced his finger over his left eyebrow. “Charlie Brown.”
All the blood rushed from my head and I became dizzy, blinking a few times.
“Lexi?” Austin rose from his stool and touched my arm.
I looked up and drew in a deep breath. “What if it was my dad? He’s bald. Maizy doesn’t remember him, and Mom stuffed all his photos in an old shoebox. She wouldn’t have recognized him.”
“Why would your father leave his little girl on the side of the road?”
“I don’t know!” I said louder than I should have. “He left all of us, and I still can’t explain that. Apparently, there are a lot of things about that man I’ll never understand. Who else would be kidnapping my mother, Austin? She works a part-time job and stays home with Maizy almost all the time. She doesn’t have a computer, so it’s not like she’s hooking up with strangers online. This just isn’t happening.”
Austin leaned forward on his elbows, staring at his hands pensively. “I picked up your father’s scent in the house but I didn’t make the connection. I was so focused on the unfamiliar scent that I tuned out all the ones I recognized. Damn.”
“People are asking why you’re protecting humans,” Prince inquired in a private voice.
“They’re part of my pack,” Austin countered. “I grew up with them and anyone who fucks with them… fucks with me,” he said in stone-cold words.
Prince looked at me and dragged his eyes back to Austin, nodding slowly. “I respect that, but she’s not human.”
“How do you know?” I asked. This whole Shifter thing didn’t make sense. First they couldn’t tell, now they could. What was I to believe?
“Because I’m an alpha, and I can smell a bitch about to go into heat.”
His words weren’t meant to be rude, and when I noticed Austin walking around the bar to confront him, I hopped off the stool and wedged between them.
“Don’t, Austin. Let it go. He saved Maizy and we owe him.”
Fire blazed in his eyes as he stared at Prince, who rose from his chair.
“Didn’t mean to step on your territory, friend. If she’s yours, I’m not staking claim.”
“It’s not that,” I said, turning around. “I have a thing about being called a bitch and he’s just sticking up for me.”
His lips twitched. “In that case, my apologies.”
I was a little too embarrassed to ask what he meant about going into heat. That scared the crap out of me and I panicked my way right into Austin’s bedroom where Maizy was fast asleep.
Denver sat in a corner chair with his legs stretched out, playing a handheld videogame in the dark.
I flipped on a small light, took off her buckled shoes, and set them on the floor. Then I removed her tights and folded them up.
“You should let her sleep,” Denver suggested without lifting his eyes.
“This girl can sleep through an apocalypse,” I said with a laugh in my voice.
What I really wanted to do was look her over and make sure she wasn’t hurt. After a few turns of her legs and arms, she made a complaining moan and I covered her up with the blanket.
“Thank God,” I whispered. My mom was still missing, and while that wasn’t okay, I could deal with it better than the thought of this little girl getting hurt.
The door opened behind me. “He’s gone,” Austin said in a hushed voice. “I offered him the reward and he turned it down.”
“The fuck?” Denver said. “Ten large and he turned up his nose?”
Austin shrugged.
“Ah, shit. You didn’t,” Denver grumbled, tossing his videogame on the other side of the bed. He didn’t look so handsome when he was pissed off. The scar on his temple turned a little pink and his lip did a funny curl. “Are you a bag of nuts?”
“What’s going on?” I asked, turning around.
Denver replied in a low voice. “He paid him with a favor, to be collected at a later date. Am I right? Dammit, Austin, you know how that shit can backfire on your ass.”
“Watch the baby, Denver. We’re going to bed.”
We? I thought.
“I’m staying here,” I insisted. Who did he think he was, ordering me around?
“No, Lexi. She needs to sleep and you… you’re worked up.”
“So?”
He stepped closer. “Do you really want your baby sister to be in the same room with a new wolf who doesn’t know any of us and is amped up on adrenaline? Are you ready to take on that responsibility if she gets injured?”
Point taken.
“Maizy doesn’t know Denver.”
“But I do. That’s my brother and I trust him with my life. Until we know what’s going on, I want someone watching the window at all times while she sleeps. You don’t have to worry,” he said in a smooth voice. “No one’s taking her again, not on my watch.”
I kissed her cheek and followed Austin into the hall.
“Are those your brothers?” I asked, staring into the living room on the left.
He took my hand and gently laced his fingers around my wrist. “Later. We’re going to bed.”
We? There was a whole lot of “we” going on in his sentences these days.
“Aren’t you afraid of my wolf?” I wondered aloud.
Austin led me to a room across the hall and closed the door be
hind us. “I’m not afraid of anything, Ladybug. Not a damn thing.”
Tucked in the left corner was a small bed with black covers and pillowcases. Concert posters were tacked all over the snow-white walls and I knew by Pink Floyd hanging behind the bed that we were in Jericho’s room. An oversized black beanbag chair sat on the floor with a leather jacket casually draped across it. To the right, a plain wooden dresser against the wall had been covered with loose change, guitar picks, cigarettes, and a box of ribbed condoms.
“We shouldn’t sleep in here,” I said apprehensively, staring at a bubbling red lava lamp beside the twin bed.
Austin pulled off his socks and unbuckled his belt. “Jericho’s got a gig tonight and won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. He likes to get trashed and party after the show.”
“What does he play?”
Austin pulled off his belt and tossed it to the floor. “He sings lead and plays guitar.”
“Does he also sell his music online?”
Austin sniffed out a laugh. “No telling. The Breed bars pay them well and they’re a hit with the ladies. Too much risk doing anything that would make him famous, because eventually people would notice he isn’t aging very much. We try to keep a low profile around humans.”
“I need a shower,” I said, stalling and staring down at my day-old clothes.
“Denver set up a camera at your apartment and I packed you a small bag. It’s in the bathroom. You can take a shower and brush your teeth if you want. I’m tired, my wolf’s tired, and I’ll be knocked out by the time you’re done,” he grumbled, crawling over the bed and spreading out.
The taut muscles in his arms flexed as he stretched his right arm and sighed. I turned on my heel and went for the shower.
* * *
Austin was right; when I got back to the room, he was sound asleep. Thankfully, he wasn’t a snorer. He just breathed deep and growled once in a while.