Beneath a Blood Moon (16 page)

Sighing, Sanders rested his cheek against the top of my head. The scent of his fury eased. Relieved, I closed my eyes and snuggled into the blanket’s warmth.

Desmond stretched his legs, making a thoughtful noise in his throat. “Rogues are Fenerec who live outside of one of the packs. Some rogues are ignored, as they aren’t a threat and do society good. So, a Rogue-born is a Fenerec, like yourself, who was changed into one of us outside of the Inquisition.”

“Desmond is pressuring me to bring you into my pack because you’ll fall off the Inquisition’s radar. You being Rogue-born becomes a non-issue. They, wicked beasts they are, are pressuring me to mate with you, as if you’re my mate, the Inquisition would treat you like a glass slipper.”

“Why?”

Desmond snorted. “Sorry, Sanders, but it’s best if she knows. The Inquisition failed to protect Mary, his mate, who died earlier this year. Because they allowed a sorcerer to escape them, she was murdered,” Desmond paused to growl something under his breath. “The sorcerer attacked the hospital where she worked, killing her and a few other nurses before he escaped. We’ve been hunting him ever since. As the Alpha of one of North America’s largest packs, Sanders’s situation is of importance to the Inquisition. In addition to hunting the sorcerer, I have been tasked with pairing Sanders with a suitable bitch. Seeing as he also lacks a witch, I am to consider potential candidates on that front as well.”

With each word, Desmond made me realize just how ignorant I was. “Sorcerers? Witches? Why a suitable bitch? Why can’t he pick who he wants?”

Sanders growled, flexing his hands. While he kept me tucked under his arm, he trembled, and his scent soured with what my wolf believed was dismay, grief, and unhappiness.

“Losing a mate is difficult, Sara. Wendy isn’t my first mate. When your mate dies, it feels like a part of you has been cut out. It hurts. It’s physical, it’s emotional, and it’s mental. Some Fenerec need years to recover from their mate’s death. Sanders is an Alpha. He doesn’t have the luxury of years. Next moon, his pack will rut, and he’ll rut right along with them because he’s the heart of his pack. He’s aware of each and every wolf he’s responsible for. He’s picked up Richard’s habit of bringing Normal mates into the pack bonds as well, so he’ll get a double dose of it. It’s his first rut since Mary’s death. That means he’ll be hit extremely hard by it.”

Sanders turned his head to face the wall, but I caught a glimpse of his reddened face.

“What do you mean by ‘hit extremely hard?’” I demanded.

“In short, any lady who wants to try to land him for life will take him to bed with her, whether he likes it or not.”

I flushed. “It’s really like that?”

“It is,” Wendy confirmed. “It’ll be that way until he establishes a mating bond with someone.”

“So what are witches and sorcerers? You don’t mean pointy hats and scary ladies with warts and cauldrons, do you?”

“Hardly. While I’m sure some witches may find a use for a cauldron, they’re individuals aligned with an element who can work magic. Air, water, earth, and fire. Fire is the most common type. It’d take hours to explain, but here’s the quick and dirty version: witches have the ability to form bonds with Fenerec, helping us to control some of our more violent instincts.”

“And sorcerers?”

“Sorcerers,” Desmond snarled, stretching his fingers out before clenching his hands into fists. “I’ve never met a good sorcerer. They gather power from the strength of emotions. I hope you never meet one, Sara. They’re the supernatural equivalent of a terrorist; the more fear and pain he causes, the more power he gains.”

Room service saved us all from the awkward silence, and unlike at the buffet, Desmond, Wendy, and Sanders left me with the lion’s share of the food without any sign of competition. My wolf didn’t object to fish like the other Fenerec did, although she did complain at the methodical way I checked for bones. The other Fenerec preferred red meats, which likewise captured my wolf’s attention.

“Why don’t you like fish?” I asked between bites. Working my way through the first two plates of fish and rice had satisfied my wolf and my aching stomach enough I no longer felt the need to inhale my food.

“Bones,” Wendy replied, wrinkling her nose. “Our son-in-law has a very bad relationship with fish.”

Laughing, Desmond shook his head. “Without fail, he attempts to eat fish as a wolf and chokes on it, forcing someone to yank the bloody thing out of his throat. He can’t help himself. He sees a fish and all of his common sense abandons him. You’ll like him.”

“She better not,” Sanders muttered.

“Ignore him, Sara. He’s just jealous because Richard’s one of the prettiest men alive and he can’t compete with such a fine man,” Wendy informed me with a smirk.

I sniffed, took another bite of my fish, and said with as much dignity as I could muster, “I am not interested in pretty boys, if you must know. I prefer men with a little bit of a rough edge, who are tall, dark, and handsome. I don’t like looking down my nose at my dates.”

Giggling, Wendy fetched a pair of plates from the table, setting one of them in front of me. “It looks like you’re safe, Sanders. I can think of a few other men in your pack that are unmated and worth a second look at,” she teased.

Sanders grumbled something under his breath.

“Well, if Sanders decides to be stubborn, the least I can do is set up some interviews with some eligible males,” Desmond said, setting his fork down before staring at me. “Even if you don’t establish a mating bond with someone, the attempt will take a bit of the edge off. At least permit us to make your introduction to the rut as pleasant for you as possible. Who is your type, dear?”

The new dish proved to be lobster, which pleased me and my wolf. Determined to savor it, I systematically broke the meat into bite-sized chunks. “Maybe I’ll just follow Sanders home and slap any stupid bitches who try to get near him.”

“We do not slap other bitches,” Wendy chided. “Growling, snarling, and snapping your teeth is perfectly acceptable behavior, though. You probably don’t want to try to fight with them over him. You’d lose, simply because you’re a puppy who hasn’t had a chance to learn how to really fight others of our kind. Should you decide to try to follow Sanders home, we have a spare bedroom you’re welcome to use.”

“Maybe
you
don’t slap other bitches, Wendy, but I seem to recall a few times our daughters have done just that,” Desmond replied, his voice light with amusement. “So, who is your type? I would like to make certain you have the best experience possible and maximize your chances of finding a suitable mate. And yes, you’re more than welcome to use one of our guest rooms should you decide to follow Sanders home and you haven’t already caught him.”

While I considering Desmond’s offer, I sneaked peeks at Sanders. The fact I had seen and liked him before my wolf came around helped. He was my type, and from what I’d seen of his personality, it wasn’t just about his looks.

I’d never considered following anyone home before, not in the way I wanted to chase Sanders. If the Desmonds lived near him, I could move away from Vegas, just like I wanted. My wolf approved of the idea of hunting the one she wanted as her mate—as our mate.

She had no problems with the idea of using Desmond and Wendy as stepping stones to get the male she desired.

“Tall, dark, handsome, doesn’t button his shirt up all the way, pretty eyes, a little bit scruffy,” I said before dipping my lobster in the garlic butter sauce and chomping on it. “Needs to be nice, but not too nice. I don’t want to walk all over my man. I don’t want him walking all over me, either. He has to be able to take care of himself, since I barely manage to take care of myself.” I paused, blushing when I confessed, “I do like when they’re shy and they run away.”

“That would be the wolf in you appreciating the challenge of a hunt,” Wendy commented, and when she smiled, I gawked at her, wondering why anyone, Sanders included, would look at me with her in the room.

Desmond chuckled. “I’m sorry, Sanders, but I’m afraid you’ll just have to let the pretty lady court you all she wants. You’re her type, and I see no reason to deny her the first chance to have you. If you’re wise, you’ll let her court you to keep all of those unwanted bitches off your tail, at least for a little while.”

Groaning, Sanders leaned over and hid his face in his hands. “You’re killing me, Desmond.”

I stared at Wendy with wide eyes, shocked at the casual way Desmond arranged Sanders’s love life. “Is it really okay to do things like that? I mean, dictate relationships to him. It’s like the Middle Ages, except I don’t have a dowry.”

“Oh, Charles. That could be fun.” Wendy snickered. “Alas, we do not follow that specific tradition. I’m starting to think we should. We could buy him that new Mercedes we all want, then he’d get a lovely bitch
and
his dream car.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Wendy, especially if they include kidnapping young ladies.”

“You’re no fun, Charles.”

“What did you do to your mate?” Sanders demanded. “She’s even more wicked than usual. What did I do to deserve this?”

“I didn’t do anything to her. Sara is obviously a good influence on her,” Desmond replied, lifting his chin and sipping at his coffee. “If you don’t want her, I may just have to take her home with me anyway. The house has been empty without our puppies around.”

“Didn’t you just tell Wendy she couldn’t kidnap young ladies?” Sanders ran his hands through his hair. “You two!”

My wolf basked in the pleasure of being wanted while I glared at the three of them as they discussed my fate without asking me what I wanted. While I did want Sanders, while I did want out of Las Vegas, while I wanted to leave my life behind and start again, the casual way they discussed my circumstances and future was beginning to annoy me. “Perhaps I’ll just kidnap him. How hard can it be to learn how to drive? I could tie him up and throw him in the trunk. Maybe he’s the one who should be kidnapped.”

I’d been kidnapped once, and I didn’t want to repeat the experience, although I didn’t have the courage to say so outright.

“I volunteer to act as your getaway driver,” Wendy said, holding up her hand. “Pick me! We can take him to Canada, find a nice, secluded lodge, and you can take your time hunting him to your heart’s content.”

“You just want an excuse to visit our puppies,” Desmond muttered.

Lifting her chin, Wendy faked a sniffle. “If Sanders isn’t going to take her, I want to make sure she’s with someone who will protect her like she deserves.”

Desmond smiled. “I’m pretty certain kidnapping Seattle’s Alpha would cause problems, even if I told the Inquisition it was so an eligible and lovely bitch could court him, dear. If you’re going to kidnap him, keep him closer to home in case his pack needs him.”

“I’m so glad you have my pack’s interests at heart,” Sanders muttered.

 Wendy stood, circled the coffee table, and leaned over Sanders, taking one of his hands in hers. Without lifting her gaze, she massaged his palm with her thumbs. “We have your interests at heart, too. No one is asking you to forget Mary. However, you can’t deny what you are. You have a month, Sanders. Next moon, you’ll be hunted. If you need a reminder of how vicious unmated bitches can get, ask Richard. I’m sure he’ll give you a detailed description of what life is like as an unmated Alpha. You would hate it far more than you hate us organizing interviews and trying to select a suitable bitch for you.”

“Wendy…”

“Matthew Sanders, don’t you even think about hurting the pretty girl sitting next to you without a really good reason.”

Sanders sucked in a breath.

I sat straighter, my wolf voicing a low growl through me. Wendy’s gaze flicked to me. While my wolf recoiled, I refused to back down. “I’m not so fragile, thank you. If he’s not interested, he’s not interested. I’m aware of what the word no means and its usage.”

My wolf hated me for my words, and her fury burned at me from within. I shuddered at the intensity of her disapproval and dismay, but I couldn’t afford to look away. If I was going to invest in someone, if I wanted to be happy in a relationship, I had to protect
him
, not just guard an opportunity to be with him.

“I see,” Wendy said, releasing Sanders and backing away to her chair.

I meant to ask if Wendy really did understand, but before I could, Sanders popped a piece of lobster into my mouth. I blinked, chewing so I wouldn’t choke on it.

Sanders shook his head, licking sauce off his fingers. “I never said I wasn’t interested, Sara. I simply refuse to treat you like a cheap, one-night fling.”

Swallowing the piece of lobster, I caught my breath and stated, “It seems you have misunderstood something, Mr. Sanders. I do not enjoy one-night flings, so I’m afraid I have expectations of a lengthier relationship. Take it or leave it. If you take it, I will be expecting your dedicated attention, as I do not like sharing.”

Desmond snickered and stood. “Wendy, darling, let’s leave them to their discussion. I can think of a few things to keep us occupied in the meantime. Shall we go down to the casino? Don’t wait up for us, puppies. We’ll come by in the morning. I will, however, require my car for the evening, Sanders. Go get changed, dear.”