Why, of all the godforsaken places in the United States, had Larissa, her loving sister, ended up dead? Perhaps that was the reason: it was remote, surrounded by forest, a haven from the harsh reality of the forced marriage, and secure from Bruin’s retribution should he have ever discovered her. She hadn’t been secure, though. She had since passed away.
Lelandi Wildhaven must have been wrong when she thought she saw her cousin Ural slink into the woods in his wolf form out of the corner of her eye. In order to avoid alerting the gray lupus garou pack that a couple of reds had trespassed into their area, he wouldn’t be furious enough with her to shapeshift thus near to Silver Town.
She pushed open the Silver Town Tavern’s hefty door, disregarding her gut feeling that this was a very bad idea. The rusted hinges’ screeching jarred her tense nerves.
She was suddenly terrified that the five bearded men at the table, who had turned to look at her, had seen right through her disguise.
Hating the way the fake spectacles kept slipping down the bridge of her nose, she pushed them back into position. Her head was partially engulfed by the worn-out cowboy hat she had purchased at a thrift store, giving the impression that she was a young child donning her father’s Stetson.
Brass rods supporting amber glass lamps suspended in the air over softly lit dark oak tables and a long,
Gleaming bar. The air was filled with wooden fan blades that were slowly whirling and reeked of gray lupus garou. Fresh awareness pricked her nerve endings. She suspected that the worn-out antique mirrors on the rear wall behind the bar had been silent witnesses to the events there for a very long time. What a tale those mirrors could tell if they had recorded every photo taken during the bar’s operation.
A second bearded man who had been hiding behind the bar’s lip suddenly sprang up to his full six-foot-four height. He almost dropped the glass and dish towel he was holding as his admiring gaze surveyed every square inch of her. His lips slightly raised at the corners. His tanned complexion bore deep laugh lines, and his shaggy black hair reached his shoulders, giving him the look of a hardy mountain man unaccustomed to civilized trappings. The fact that he was gray, like the others who were drinking at the table, particularly troubled her. Like the pub back home, she had assumed it would be a human-run place frequented by lupus garous.
He greete“ her warmly and asked, “What’ll you have, miss?”
She hesitated because she anticipated a cold welcome from their kind—their species didn’t want strangers entering their midst, especially if they were human—and this was a place that was just for gray lupus garou.
“Miss?”
Please, bottled water. She had intended to sound tough in order to fit in with the setting. With her red hair colored black and the high-heeled boots giving the impression that she stood taller, more like them, she had planned to be someone different. She hid her blue contacts.
Although having a clear difference in appearance—her eyes were greener and her hair was more red and less golden than her sister’s—she continued to feel like Lelandi, Larissa’s triplet. Has she been duped by her voice?
The bartender’s slight smirk was more likely caused by the fact that the woman was a stranger who had unprotected into a wolf’s lair than by the fact that she had made herself obvious. She berated herself for not masking her voice more, but the bartender’s friendly approach gave her a false sense of security that, if she wasn’t careful, could have been fatal.
She was given a large green glass and a chilled bottle of water by the bartender. New to the area?
She paid for the water and added, “Just passing through.” “The name is Sam, miss. Just shout if you need anything.
“Thanks.” It was not her style to holler for a drink.
She picked a table that was partially concealed by shadows in the room’s farthest corner. This location would keep her away from the main flow of traffic, even though any of them could see in the dark just as well as she could. She wished to come across as unremarkable, unworthy of anyone’s inspection, and most importantly, human.
Lelandi gave the door a quick peek. Her research indicated that Larissa’s widower mate Darien Silver should arrive shortly.
Sam received some cash from one of the men when he got up from his seat. He gave Lelandi a small smile before sitting back down. Tiny for a gray, stocky, with dull brown hair, amber eyes, and garments that have a coating.
He had a delicate, baby face made of dust. Had a cute, beta-wolf-like appearance. His cheeks were stained with dirt smudges, which he removed with the back of his denim shirtsleeve. He combed up his unkempt hair while keeping his gaze fixed on her and drank more beer.
Sam walked over to Lelandi and gave her the money. “Miss, Joe Kelly bought your drink. He looks a little bit scruffy because he works in the silver mine. But he keeps up well. Sam smiled at her and went back to the bar.
Should she decline Joe’s invitation? On the other hand, perhaps she could learn the truth more quickly if he had feelings for her.
She mouthed, “Thank you,” to Joe Kelly, who felt his chest swell.
The other guys began making low-pitched jokes about him. Joe’s ears’ tips darkened in color.
The idea that Larissa had the gall to mate with a gray, especially considering that she already had a mate, made her gut clench. She had stated a desire to discover herself, and she succeeded. Six feet below. Lelandi couldn’t help but believe that it was her own fault since if she had gone in Larissa’s place or even fled with her, she could have managed to keep her safe. What about their parents, though? With her father being so ill, she couldn’t have abandoned them, but by golly, she hadn’t been able to shield them either. In any case, they had been killed.
She forced back a shudder as she resented not having stopped any of it. Lelandi was going to track down her brother and their uncle and curse both of them for abandoning the family after learning what had happened to Larissa and burying the killer.
The barkeep clinked some glasses, his gaze taking her in like a crafty old wolf’s. He probably was on the younger side of middle age but due to the beard, he seemed older. The smile still percolated on his lips. Trying to figure her out? Or did he realize what a phony she was? Hunting in the wild was nothing new, but hunting like this…
She twisted the top off her bottled water and glanced down at her watch again. Only four twenty-five.
“Waiting for someone?” Sam asked, one dark brow cocked.
She shook her head. Her hat jiggled, her glasses slipped, and the annoying earrings danced.
Two men appeared in front of one of the dingy tavern windows and then the door jerked open. Her heart skittered.
“Hey, Sam! Bring us a pitcher of beer,” one of them called.
About six-foot—as tall as her brother—with windswept shoulder-length dark hair and a newly started beard, his amber eyes hinted at cheerfulness and good-humor rang in his words. Both men wore leather jackets, plaid shirts, denims, cowboy hats, and boots, and they appeared to be twins. Multiple births abounded among lupus garous, so no surprise there. They looked like they were mid- to late- twenties and walked into the place like they owned the joint. “Jake, Tom.” Sam glanced in her direction, alerting
Them to the presence of a stranger.
She stiffened her back and gripped her glass tighter. Tom—his hair the lighter of the two, longer, curling around his broad shoulders, his face smooth as silk— fastened his gaze on her and raised his brows, tipped
Back his Stetson, and grinned.
Self-conscious, her whole body heated and alarm bells rang. Keep a low profile!
Tom took a deep breath as if he were love-struck. “The place looks a might better tonight, Sam. Done some nice redecorating.”
The bearded one furrowed his dark brows. “Didn’t you tell her it’s a private club and no matter what, that table is reserved?”
“Bending the rules today. First come, first served.” Sam grinned and winked at Lelandi.
Damn. Was this where Darien normally sat? She thought he’d sit in the center, so everyone could see their leader. That’s the way Bruin did it back home.
Now what? Move? To where? If she moved to the table across from Darien’s, she feared she’d draw too much attention. Not that she expected anyone to hurt her here, but she had thought she’d be able to keep a low profile. The tables situated on the other side of the bar sat in front of the restrooms. Anywhere else was too near the front door or in the middle of the floor, and no matter what, she wanted to have her back to the wall. She wasn’t leaving until she’d had a chance to observe the leader and as many of his pack members as she could, any one of whom might have murdered Larissa.
Tom grabbed the pitcher of beer and a glass. “Come on, Jake. Change is good for the soul.” He stalked over to the table opposite her and sat where he could see both the front door and, most of all, her.
Immersed in a goldfish bowl, she wondered what had made her think she could enter the wolves’ lair without arousing suspicion.
Jake sat with his back to the wall to have a better view of the door. If he wanted to look her over, he’d have to turn his head and be pretty obvious about it. He did. The expression on his face was dark and foreboding. Gone was the humor his features had held when he first walked into the place.
Laughing and boisterous, three more men barged into the tavern, glanced to where Jake and Tom sat, then shifted their attention to Lelandi. Which meant what? That Jake and Tom normally sat with Darien at the table where she was now sitting?
Terrific!
“Howdy, boys,” the older bearded man of the group said, nodding a greeting. The other two were nearly as old, gray streaking their brown beards, their gazes pinned on her. “Bring us the usual, Sam.” He turned to Jake and pointed his head at her. “He know about this?”
“Still giving orders at the factory, Mason,” Tom said.The bearded man grumbled, “Fourth of July’s coming for a second time this year.”Figuring she’d be better off sitting next to the rest- rooms to lessen the chance of creating fireworks, Lelandi grabbed her purse.The door banged open again. The chatter died.As soon as she saw him, she knew it was him—not only because silence instantly cloaked the room and every eye in the place watched Darien Silver’s reaction. His sable hair curled at the top edge of his collar. Brooding dark eyes, grim lips, features handsomely rugged, but definitely hard, defined him. Wearing a leather jacket, western shirt, jeans, and boots, everything was as black as his somber mood. He looked so much like Tom andJake, she figured they must be triplets, and he was the leader of the gray lupus garou in the area. Had to be, the way everyone watched him, waiting for the fireworks.Something about him stirred her blood, something akin to recognition, yet she’d
While Sam whipped up Lelandi’s margarita, there was quiet talk at the table across from Darien’s and among the grays at the bar, but no one said a word at Darien’s table.The situation repeated again until the establishment was busy and rowdy. More customers entered the pub, all hoping to welcome their leader. However, when they saw a dead ringer for his slain mate sitting at his normal table, they turned to see Darien. Yet, nobody ventured to eat at her table. God is good. She couldn’t hear the gist of the more crucial conversations because they were held low, but she only needed to hear the beginning.Identify the words being spoken. The clone of a dead sister appears at the grays’ hangout to exact retribution. Everyone of them would be trembling in their boots. Right.Lelandi finished her margarita and immediately felt the need to go the restroom. The atmosphere had become extremely warm, so she shed her jacket. Huge error. The moment they realized how small she was, the room fell
Damn it, no. the bitches had asked for trouble and as much told Lelandi that Larissa had been slain for being a red.She let the women’s obscenities in by opening the bathroom door and closing it after her. The males sat next to the women and turned their heads from Lelandi to the ladies room. Sorry, boys, but the gals need to do a little cleaning.Sam signaled for Silva to investigate after Lelandi sat down again and the ladies still hadn’t left the restroom.Lelandi should look for her missing brothers and uncle at this time, perhaps. Ignore the fact that Larissa fled and was slain, leaving Lelandi to face with Bruin’s pack on her own. She could also choose to remain and endure the wrath of a group of irate grays.She stayed out of pride and a good lot of stubbornness. Lelandi sipped her second margarita coolly, all eyes on the bathroom. Nothing was said. Without a surety, tonight they would all kill Lelandi while she slept. She hoped that she hadn’t come here for nothing. She wasn’
Jake turned his head in an odd direction. “Yeah. It might shock the entire pack if we have a murderer among us. Everything would be much cleaner if she committed suicide.She wrote her own suicide note, which was left behind. She committed suicide. Story over.” Darien sipped on his beer once more, but this time it tasted sour.Why don’t you speak the truth to her sister instead? Why send Tom, who is sure to mess up everything? Jake gave Darien his first truly nasty grin in a while as his mouth twisted up. “If he becomes fresh, he might start to resemble Ritka with a bright new eye.”Darien disregarded his remark. “Lelandi must not have had any brothers if a twin sister is investigating what happened.”“We had no idea she had a family at all.”In an effort to release the tension building there, Darien stroked his forehead. Even while the agony of her passing would never go away, seeing her sister-in-law brought everything rushing back tenfold. He was upset with his partner for killing
The Conversation At The Tavern had reached a dull roar over the appearance OF Lelandi’s sister in town when Darien’s cell phone called. He believed Lelandi’s sister was causing trouble when he saw Tom’s cell phone number, which didn’t surprise him. He fervently hoped that she hadn’t gotten away from him. “Tom, yeah? What’s going on right now?Come on, quickly! Tom’s breathy voice boomed through the phone.“Tom?” Darien jumped up from his seat. Whereabouts are you? “Rifles fired. The Hastings Bed The phone was dead. “Hastings is on fire!” As Darien and Jake ran for the tavern door, Darien’s heart pounded in his ribs.Everyone from the tavern must be hot on his heels based on the deafening clamor of boots tromping down the street behind him. Concern for the woman’s and his brother’s safety overcame him as he dashed toward the motel with his muscles taut for conflict.Although the sinister notion that she might have shot Tom raced through his mind.He yelled to Jake, “Hastings Bed and Br
Later, she believed she smelled Ural. Ural, please bite the fool and come here! But he remained hidden and made no attempt to stop the shooter. Perhaps it was strong wishful thinking.“Larissa!” From a good half mile away, Darien yelled.Here! No, Larissa… Larissa had expired. Lelandi! Here. Lelandi averted her gaze. She felt a slight breeze caressing her face and hair strands tickling her cheek, but she lacked the strength to push them away.The discomfort. The anguish, my god.Within a few feet of her, someone shuffled. She breathed very little while tightening her eyelids. How did he approach her so closely without being heard? Her thoughts strayed. Be on guard! He could smell her blood if he were a wolf and downwind of her. He could hear her heart beating frantically.She could hear his heart racing quickly, his deep breathing, his jaws clenching, and the sound of his fingernail rubbing on the gun’s metal. He then backed away from where she was curled up in a fetal position, tryin
Lelandi Felt Pressure On her throat, like if a sneake circulated Her Neck, Squeezing Tightly, through a fog-filled haze. Her breathing became labored, and her vision became dim. She made an effort to smell the snake, but all she caught was the overpowering smell of rotting leaves.A stern, irritated male voice then yelled for Larissa, who was now closer.A deep, menacing snarl could be heard.Ural?When the pressure on her throat let up, she struggled to breathe and gasped for air. Nothing, including where she was, who he was, or what had happened to Larissa, could hold her attention. In a hasty retreat from danger, the snake slithered through the undergrowth. Together with it, the strong humus odor vanished. Yet, a fresh aroma began to linger. It’s her cousin.She attempted to utter “Ural,” but her throat became trapped. He crept up on her and licked her cheek; it was warm, wet, and nice. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck but was unable to.The male voice yelled, “Larissa!”
Between the trembling tree limbs, she peered up. The night sky was pitch-black with a scattering of glittering stars. Starry, brilliant stars… Painful sensations shot through her body, up her arms and legs, down her legs, and back up again, piercing her skull with blinding misery. She clinched her teeth to prevent herself from disappearing as her eyesight began to blur.Ural was where? She was a royal like him and descended from one of the most pure lines of the first lupus garou. Despite the fact that it was a moonless night, she had the ability to transform into a wolf. Yet in this situation, becoming a wolf wouldn’t help. The shooter, however, wasn’t looking for one. Yes! She might then howl and answer Ural’s cry. Then he would reach out to her and shield her.She struggled to unbutton even the first button on her jacket since she lacked the necessary strength. She wasn’t even sure she could shapeshift given how frail she was.The devil was in Ural, where? He had the ability to ins