“They have arrived sooner than I’d expected,” Dimitri murmured. “They must have traveled at top speed all night.”
Lia pulled back with surprise as her parents entered this den of angry wolves. “You used me to get to them?” she asked the room, distancing herself from Dimitri. “This was the plan all along, wasn’t it?”
“Things have changed,” Dimitri said but didn’t get the chance to elaborate. The earl took one look at his daughter’s tearstained cheeks and Aunt Lettie’s bruised and scraped face and slammed his fist into Dimitri’s jaw.
Dimitri dropped like a brick.
* * * * *
“If they truly have nowhere else to go, why can’t they live on our estate?” Dimitri heard a cultured feminine voice ask as he slowly regained consciousness. He must have been out for quite some time. Someone had moved him to the settee and put a damp cloth over his aching forehead. The earl had one bruising chop.
He half opened one eye, surveying the situation before letting anyone know he was awake.
“Papa,” Lia said. She had clearly taken command of the room. The wolves were watching her with rapt attention as she made a grand gesture with her slender hand. “I must know. Did you kill my parents?”
The earl blanched and then sank down in the nearest chair. “When we were living in Russia, I was invited on a hunting expedition.” The others in the room growled. A few moved aggressively toward him. The earl held up his hands. “The hunters had told me we’d be tracking wolves that had been terrorizing a nearby village. For a week, we tracked a pair of them. We were getting close. We could tell by the fresh tracks. One morning, the leader of the hunters went out to scout the area with three others. We heard the shots. When we came running, we saw that they’d killed a pair of wolves. But the baby that was with them—you—still lived. They wanted to shoot you, kill you. But you were human, not a wolf. And they still wanted to kill you. I turned my blunderbuss on them and scooped you from the damp grass. From that moment on, you were my child.”
Although tears sparkled in Lia’s eyes, her expression remained impassive. “Those wolves that were killed that day, they were my parents?”
Dimitri felt a surge of pride at her courage. Perhaps Misha’s vision had been the truth after all. Perhaps Lia would bring back their pack’s strength. Her presence in his life had already made him a better wolf.
“You knew all along what I was?” Lia asked, her voice surprisingly steady.
Lia’s mother pressed her hands to her lips. The muscles in her father’s jaw tightened.
“You are my daughter,” he said with fire in his eyes. “Regardless of your birth, you are the child of our hearts. You must believe that.”
Lia nodded. But at the same time, her slender hands tightened into a pair of tight fists. Her gaze narrowed as she drew in a slow, deep breath. “But you knew when you took me that I was more wolf than human?”
“We suspected that it was the case,” he admitted. “The villagers had told many tales about the wolf people that lived in the surrounding forest. And though there are many, many tales of children raised by wolves, logic told me that no ordinary wolf could keep a baby alive. Those lost children so often touted in legends, I suspect, are in truth the offspring of creatures who are a mixture of wolf and human...like your true parents.” He glanced at Dimitri. “And like him as well?”
Dimitri pushed the damp cloth aside and gingerly rose from the settee. He flashed Lia a blazing smile and paid for it with a sharp pain in his jaw. Though he might not have wanted to be the alpha of this motley pack, she clearly was born to be a leader.
“Yes, I am wolf,” Dimitri said. He gestured toward his pack gathered behind him. “We all are.”
“This is insanity.” Lettie stamped her foot. “I cannot believe you are even listening to this man’s twaddle. Can’t you see how this charlatan is spinning a yarn in hopes of stealing Lia away from us? You can’t let that happen. You simply cannot!”
The earl sighed deeply. His shoulders drooped in defeat. “She was never truly ours to keep, Lettie,” he said.
Dimitri’s heart went out to the earl and his wife who had started to quietly weep. The man Dimitri long considered an enemy was nothing like he’d imagined. He wasn’t anything like the blood-hungry hunters in the Russian countryside. This man, though wary of the wolves crowding the parlor, truly cared for Lia and wanted what was best for her. What Lia wanted or needed weren’t ideas that Vlad or Dimitri had even considered.
Did that make the earl better than a wolf?
No. That was impossible!
“Hawthorn, I had lured you here this morning in the hopes of killing you for the crime of killing our alpha and stealing his daughter,” Dimitri admitted, even though his mind still whirled in light of what was happening. “It is a crime for which you had already been tried and convicted by the pack.”
Many in the pack, eager for revenge, surged forward, their shapes changing to wolf form.
“No!” Lia cried as she threw herself in front of the earl. “How can you do this to my family?”
Lettie screamed.
The earl bravely rose from the chair and stood his ground.
Dimitri raised a steadying hand, which instantly stopped the pack in their tracks. “However,” he said, raising his voice, “after hearing how you saved Lia from the hunters, I suspect we misjudged you. We were wrong to want to harm you. Because of you, Lia has been returned to us. From this day forward you, Hawthorn, and your family, will be considered honorary members of our pack and, as such, under our protection.”
“I am honored,” the earl said in a booming diplomatic tone. He stepped around Lia and reached out his hand to Dimitri. “For Lia’s sake, I had long hoped to meet someone such as yourself, someone who could teach Lia and guide her.” As soon as Dimitri accepted the earl’s handshake, the earl’s grip tightened and he pulled Dimitri close to his chest. What the earl said next was spoken so softly it could only be for Dimitri’s ears. “I am not pleased, however, that you have stolen my daughter’s virtue. You will pay for what you’ve done to her. And you will restore her honor.”
“As I was telling the pack before you planted that facer, Hawthorn.” He rubbed the side of his face. “I plan to marry your daughter.”
“In a church,” the earl demanded.
Dimitri shrugged. “Wherever you want.”
The earl scowled.
“I love him, Papa,” Lia said.
“You do?” Dimitri asked, stunned.
“You are my mate,” she said, glancing shyly away before meeting his gaze again. “We belong together. Isn’t that how it works with our kind? We mate for love...and for life?”
“We always hope to,” Dimitri said. A smile pulled at his lips.
“For the last several years I have been restless, unsettled. The restlessness had grown more painful with the passing of every day. And I didn’t know why. But now I don’t feel that anymore.” She sounded truly surprised by this.
“You have found your wolf. It had been begging to be freed. You did that, my cub. You freed yourself.” And he couldn’t be more proud of her for her strength. She was truly an amazing wolf.
“Perhaps,” she said thoughtfully. “But I suspect something more than that happened to me last night. I no longer feel incomplete, as if I’m missing part of myself. Because of you, because of the connection we forged when we fought together and when we...” She blushed deeply. “I finally feel complete.”
His heart started pounding against his chest as if he had run across hundreds of fields and had the energy to dash across hundreds more. Not caring who was watching or who might be scandalized by an open display of affection, he crossed the room and enfolded her in his arms.
“I have never felt this feeling that I feel for you. My heart is tight and warm and happy and jittery as hell,” he said and reverently kissed the top of her head. “It’s really quite a confusing jumble that I’m feeling for you. I believe it must be love.”
“M-much of our land is too rocky for farming and the rest is too wet,” the countess tearfully explained. “And dear, you aren’t interested in raising sheep. Our property is in the farthest reaches of Northumberland, remote and vast. The only thing we have in abundance is small game and vermin.”
“But the danger—”
The countess caught the earl’s hand. “Sh-she will leave us if we don’t. She was never ours. We-we knew that. And now she’s grown. We can’t force her to stay.”
The earl’s frown deepened. He cupped his daughter’s chin. “We loved you as if you were our own. We did the best we could for you.”
“I know, Papa. I don’t want to leave you. But I have to learn who I am, what I am. I… I don’t belong here.”
“No,” he said. “I don’t suppose you do. Do you really love him?” He gestured toward Dimitri.
“I do, Papa. I truly do.”
And so it was decided that morning that the pack would make their home in the north of England on the Earl of Hawthorn’s vast property, but not before—the earl insisted—Lia and Dimitri were properly and legally wed, not just in a church, but at Westminster Cathedral with all of London Society in attendance.
EPILOGUE
FOUR MONTHS LATER
“Are you ready, my cub?” Dimitri asked.
Lia swallowed hard. The dark fields and fens spread out for as far as the eye could see. The vast space was both beautiful and terrifying. “I-I don’t know.”
He squeezed her hand. “I’ll be right beside you.”
On a rise in the distance, a group of wolves gathered. They turned their gazes up toward the moon and howled. Their somber song called to her.
Lia glanced back at the manor house. There was a soft glow from the windows. It would be warm inside there. Her parents would be in the library by now. Was her father reading the newspaper? Was her mother embroidering another elaborate table runner? Was life moving on without her?
Part of her wanted to go back to the house, back to her family and the comfortable life she’d known. But the wolf in her paced restlessly, anxious to escape from its cage. Please, she could hear it cry. Please, let me go.
“You’ll see your parents again,” Dimitri promised. “I give you my word that you will.”
“Yes, I believe you.” She took a deep breath and gathered her courage. “I’m ready.”
He gave her hand a squeeze and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go.”
Together they shifted. Her wolf, snowy white with a black-tipped tail, leapt from her body. Feeling more alive than she’d ever felt before, she ran beside her silver lover to join the rest of the pack.
And she ran free.
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