pack was now seeking the help of the coven, that meant one of two things. One was they were running scared. The likelihood of that being the reason was slim. Royal Cheveyo asking for help from the Mage without consulting the council was doubtful. To Blake’s knowledge Royal had not been to council in weeks. The only other reason to seek a mage’s help would be to go on the attack. So far, Royal had only defended against his attacks by doubling his security.
It was unfortunate that Emory hadn’t perished in the freezer. If he ever got a hold of another member of the family, he would not be so confident. His confidence had been his down- fall. He hadn’t known the little she wolf was mated to enforcers. Had he known that, he might have prevented the loss of twenty of his men. The loss had set him back months in his planning. He had still not amassed enough followers to take the pack, but he could cripple it.
He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Once the Cheveyos were eliminated , the council would see that he had been right all along. The purity of the race needed protection above all else. The Cheveyos acceptance of humans into the Alpha family would be their down fall. Blake planned to see to it.
“Nina?” Ranger asked, as the small witch that had just turned his life upside down with one touch watched out the window as the last of the families left.
“H um?” she purred. The sound went right to his heart.
“ You don’t have to stay.” She was focused on the car her father and mother were getting into.
“Ranger , I don’t know that I could leave even if I wanted to. I will admit it feels a bit unsettling.”
“ Unsettling?” Ranger risked stepping closer.
“ Perhaps that’s not the right word. Ranger, we met only hours ago, yet for whatever reason, I feel I know you. That I have always known you,”
“That’s the mating fever. It kind of takes over.”
“Yes it does,” Nina agreed. Reaching into her pocket, she took out her cell phone and
called someone. Ranger watched as she watched out the window while pressing the phone to her ear. “Dad?”
Ranger’s heart felt like lead. Was she calling for him to come back to get her? She hadn’t looked at him since the families left. She was not a Shifter. The mating fever probably didn’t affect her the way it did him. He couldn’t help but think she was changing her mind. This was all too much. Being drawn to a stranger was one thing, but to find out that that union would put her life in danger was another. She was smart. Smart people didn’t walk into the line of fire in a war that wasn’t even theirs. It had been too good to be true that her father had accepted him at all.
“Dad , you’re being followed,” she continued.
Ranger stepped up behind her looking over her shoulder and past her to the empty street. “Nina, what did you see?” he asked in a whisper.
“ It was a red four door piece of shit,”she said answering both Ranger and her father. “I don’t think so. Ranger, do you think your father would have my father tailed?”
“No , definitely not.”
“Ranger is sure it’s not Royal’s men…. I know …. I will. I don’t think whoever it is knows I’m here.”
Ranger called the compound while Nina spoke to her father. His family had just arrived back home. The last person Royal expected to hear from was Ranger. “Speak,” he boomed in his usual greeting.
“Dad , someone followed the Mage and his wife when they left here. They were in red, four door, beater.”
“ That didn’t take long. I’ll call Malcolm and handle it son. You might ask Nina to ward the house.”
“Ward the house?” Ranger asked not knowing exactly what that was. “Nina, do you know how to ward a house?” he asked. Nina finally turned to look at him. He still wasn’t sure she wouldn’t run.
“I can’t get over how alike our fathers are. My father just said the same thing. Yes, I can ward the house. Tell your dad not to
Robert Swartwood, David B. Silva