When a Pack Dies (9 page)

His brother’s focused, blue eyes turned to him as they came to an innate understanding and an acceptance of the bonds that would shape the rest of their lives.

Cutler shook his head violently. He was a creature ruled by its base needs and passions...not foolish, half-witted thought. The moon was full and he was standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother. Their mate—their perfect and long-awaited mate was standing in front of them—beautiful and strong and theirs to claim soon. The wolf understood the undercurrent of scents coming from its mate and those scents told him that he must wait. Even now there were changes taking place in her body and they must be allowed to progress to completion before the time was right to make her fully his...his and his brother’s. He shook his head again, shaking off the last of the thoughts that were beyond his simple understanding and jumped, lifted his forelegs off the ground then dropped down onto his chest, spreading his paws forward and out. He dipped his head to the side. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his tail swished over the ground in excited anticipation.

The reddish-brown bitch in front of him did the same thing then she jumped up again, spronked in place, flicked her tail up and raced away. His brother jammed his shoulder into his playfully, knocked him off balance then raced after the bitch, yapping with excitement. Cutler took off after them, stretching his powerful body out fully. The ground rushed by beneath him. At times, all four of his paws were off the ground and he hurtled forward unimpeded. He sensed the wolves they passed. Fina’s wolf was smart and experienced in evasion, using the playing, wrestling bodies of the others to distract him and Nath. Given her age that surprised Cutler and more than a few times, they lost sight of her, despite her height and size. But the bitch hadn’t counted on the powerful effect her scent had on the Alpha and Beta and no matter how fast she ran—no matter how fast she spun or backtracked around the tumbling, rollicking bodies of the others—those two tracked her with single-minded deliberation. Fina put on a burst of speed, surprising her pursuers so much that they slowed up just as she disappeared into the forest.

The Alpha lifted his head to the moon and howled. His Beta joined him, then, one by one, the song was picked up by the members of their pack. He let their mate gain a head start on them. A bitch this singular was worth a long, difficult chase and he relished the anticipation of it. But his need for her wouldn’t let him tarry long and, soon, with his brother at his side, Cutler sped off into the woods. The rest of his pack started to take off as well, disappearing in all directions, running and trumpeting their joy and freedom.

Fina ran like the wind. She was young and powerful and born for the chase. The ground she was running over was unfamiliar, the terrain different from what she was used to but that didn’t deter her. The mountains she had known were old, worn down and the forest wasn’t ancient or untouched like this one was. The rocky slopes she scampered up now were new, fresh and jagged but her haunches were strong and her paws tough and resilient. They held against the sharp rocks. They were flexible, thick and rough and clung to stone like sticky, sweet honey.

She couldn’t hear them but she sensed the males following her. She was a female, young and new like the land she raced over. She was worthy and she knew without doubt they would follow her. There had been other bitches in the pack, back in the clearing. She’d led the two big males a merry chase amongst them, knowing with a surety as powerful as she knew the sun would rise that they wouldn’t be distracted by the others.

They were hers.

Her sharp ears told her a big, heavy male was rushing toward her, behind her and to the left. She veered slightly to the right, running down the granite outcropping she’d been following and put on a burst of speed. She knew the males would attempt to corral her, steer her through these woods but her wolf’s sense accepted this. They knew this land. She didn’t. They would run for miles and miles tonight but they would ensure that the distance was far greater than their displacement. She was theirs as much as they were hers and they would ensure she wasn’t hurt or didn’t travel too far from their clearing.

The second male closed in on her, further behind and slightly to the right. Fina adjusted her course accordingly. After a few minutes of sustained running, she saw why. A deep crevice in the earth opened up beside her path and below, she heard the violent rush of water through a narrow gorge. If she had continued straight, she might have run over the edge. She followed the edge of the gorge and the land dipped. The sound of the water was quieter and she knew the river basin had spread out, allowing it to flow calmly. She leapt down a short, sandy incline and ran along the riverbank, turned and retraced her steps. She did this three times before choosing a shallow slow-moving expanse of water. Fina jumped off the trail she’d left, landing squarely in four inches of river water then trotted over to the far bank. She drank then melted into the trees, looking back the way she had come and waited.

Less than a minute later, two massive, brown, male wolves appeared on the far bank. Their noses to the hard-packed sand and rocks, they tracked her path—up the bank then back—then tracked it again. The slightly smaller wolf growled its displeasure and the larger one lifted a forepaw and shoved his brother’s jowl out of the way so he could sniff the trail yet again. Fina’s wolf opened its mouth, panted with smug pleasure then she rose smoothly to her feet, turned and crept deeper into the woods without disturbing so much as a fallen twig.

After she was out of earshot, she chose a tiny clearing near the base of an ancient pine. The ground was cushioned by decades of fallen needles and she lay down and rested. Within moments she had recovered her strength and was back on her feet. Fina lifted her head and howled. The forest around her fell absolutely silent then she was off, again racing through the trees and over the rocky terrain. Again she sensed the two males behind her, long before they gained enough ground on her for her to hear them.

She let them catch her once before the moon set and they caught up to her on their own once. Each time, the three of them rushed at each other, bluff charging, tackling, nipping at ears and tumbling over each other in abandoned, jubilant play. Each time, the three of them stopped suddenly, almost as if by unspoken agreement. Close together, they stretched out on their bellies, tongues lolling and breathing hard. Each time, after they’d recovered sufficiently, Fina would leap to her feet, yip playfully then take off again and it would start all over.

After a long, exhausting and demanding night of play, Cutler’s deepest instinct again told him to lift his eyes to the sky. The moon was low on the far horizon. He stopped running and began baying to it. He heard his brother stop running then he trotted back to his side and took up the call. Seconds later, they heard the bitch’s higher but no less powerful call in the distance. Other distant calls echoed theirs. Soon, she appeared, stepping up onto the granite outcrop he and Nath were standing on. She dipped her head then flung it back, adding her voice to theirs for a second time then allowed them to flank her for the short trot back to the spot they’d started from.

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Fina brushed Ryan’s dark-blond hair back from his forehead as Nath gently carried the sleeping child to his bed. She pulled back the covers then watched as Cutler eased Ryan’s shoes off his feet.

Ryan had barely woken when they’d picked him up at the Pikes’ after the pack run. He’d been snuggled deep inside his child-sized sleeping bag and lying in a jumble with the other children. They’d considering leaving him there for the remainder of the night but Ryan liked to say good-bye to Nath when he left to guide an overnight trip and Nath would be leaving the house at about seven in the morning. Nath had carried the boy and Cutler had walked in front of them. A strange prescience filled Fina as she walked. The Alpha headed up their odd little family, taking the lead and clearing the way. The child rested safe in the strong, protective arms of the Beta. As the lone female, she walked between the two powerful males. She shook her head and dismissed her foolish, girlish, romantic thoughts.

They stepped out of Ryan’s room and moved away quietly only to pause awkwardly in front of Fina’s door.

She felt better after running, like she knew she would. She felt...centered. Maybe even confident. A little anyway. In the clearing, before the run, the pack’s Alpha and Beta had marked her.

They’d marked her.

She hadn’t been a quaking subordinate sidling up to them, whimpering for notice, reassurance or acceptance. They’d painted her flesh with possession and intent. They’d marked her as their equal.

“Um, good night,” she whispered and stepped into her room. She was pulled back by Cutler’s strong hand on her arm. He pulled her to him and, with his aqua eyes shimmering, dipped his head and nuzzled her throat. He straightened and Nath nuzzled her ear. Without another word, the two of them turned away and disappeared into their bedrooms.

A short while later, Fina lay in her bed, dressed in a simple cotton undershirt and baggy pajama bottoms, staring up at the ceiling. Memories of running with her own pack crowded into her head and a deep, painful sob escaped her before she jammed her blanket into her mouth. She curled onto her side and wept.

Her door opened and she sensed Cutler standing there. Nathaniel joined him a second or two later. They were both bare-chested and bare-footed. Cutler was wearing loose draw-string flannel pants and Nath was wearing plaid shorts. They looked at each other then climbed into bed on either side of her. Cutler eased the blanket out of her mouth and cradled her head against his chest. Nath pressed his body to her back, warm, comfortable and comforting. Then he drew the covers back up and over all three of them.

Fina sobbed for several minutes. Painful, tearing sobs that had no voice, no sound and no movement except for the powerful tremors that shook her body. Her tears dripped down her face and landed on Cutler’s chest. They spilled over his skin and pooled on the bed between them.

Nath stroked her shoulder and the side of her body, his hand riding the maelstrom of her grief without the ability to take it away or even ease it.

Her door opened a second time and Ryan stood there, blinking sleepily into the darkness with the faint glow of an open window further down the hallway illuminating him from behind. His thumb was firmly wedged in his mouth. He walked up to the end of the bed then climbed onto it, climbing toward the clutch of adults on its expansive surface. Cutler leaned back, shifted the blankets and made room for the pup. Fina lay her hand on the child’s shoulder. Ryan wriggled back into the warmth of her body, spooning his small hips within hers.

“It’s okay to cry, Fina,” Ryan breathed into the darkness. “We won’t tell.” He stuck his thumb back in his mouth and lay his head on her pillow.

Fina wiped the back of her hand across her eyes, kissed Ryan’s hair and cuddled him, holding him close. Cutler propped himself up on his elbow, looking at the improbable picture they made. Less than two weeks ago, he and his brother were single, self absorbed, lone wolves. Now they were a bonded family. He caught his brother’s eye, saw him shrug then lay back down. Cutler let his arm fall across both Fina and the boy.

“Good thing you put her in this room,” Nath whispered then yawned lustily. He buried his face in Fina’s hair, settled his arm over her and lay his hand on her cotton-covered belly. “This bed’s the biggest one we’ve got.”

Cutler chuckled dryly then let sleep claim him.

Chapter Four

Two days later, Fina woke just before dawn and groaned. Her belly cramped angrily—a tearing, brutal pain that radiated out and settled in her lower back—aching, sharp and ceaseless. She felt a sticky wetness pooling between her legs, felt it spilling over the back of her thigh. She hoisted herself out of bed, instinctively keeping her hips raised and clear of the sheets. Bent over, she hurried into her ensuite bathroom and sat down on the toilet shakily. Another cramp racked her, this one more brutal than the last and she wrapped her arms around her belly, leaned forward and rocked back and forth until it eased.

She ran a wad of toilet paper between her legs and got scared when it and her fingers came back soaked in blood.

“
Ohmygawd
,” she breathed and flushed it away. Fina counted back in her head. Her period was overdue, at least by two weeks. She hadn’t thought about it earlier because she’d been too overwhelmed by everything else going on in her life to pay much attention to her body. She supposed the stress had caused it to be late, although she was seriously pissed it had decided to hit with a vengeance when it did start. The pain gripped her again and she started rocking.

She cleaned herself as best she could, stripped off her pajamas, dropped the blood-stained bottoms into the sink, inserted a tampon then climbed into the shower. When she got out, she was horrified to discover she had to wash the toilet seat. She wiped it down quickly. Fina wished she had some of that Midol that Helen swore by. Being werewolf meant that Fina didn’t feel pain as strongly as humans and Fina didn’t think there was so much as an aspirin in the entire house. Another cramp rolled through her and she sat down gingerly on the edge of the tub, waiting for it to pass.

When it did she got up, cursed her uterus and headed back into the bedroom.

“Damn,” she breathed when she looked at the bed. Rolling her eyes and feeling acutely embarrassed, as well as grateful that her period had held off for a couple of days instead of hitting the night the four of them had curled up together like a tangle of puppies, she stripped the blood-stained sheet off her bed. Thankfully the thick mattress pad had done its job. She wouldn’t have to rent a steam cleaner for the bed. She threw on clean pajamas, grabbed her soiled bottoms from the bathroom and carried the bundle to the laundry room.

Cutler woke with a start. The smell of blood was fresh in the air and growing. He leapt out of bed, not even bothering to put a t-shirt on over his pajama bottoms. His first stop was Ryan’s room but the boy was sleeping peacefully, sprawled with his head and pillow half off the bed.