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ability to apparently read our minds”—despite himself, Tate laughed in agreement—“is how much you love what you do. How much it defines you. And I'd bet these new clients you just worked with loved you so much they wanted to hire you to continue working with them, right?”
    Tate let his silence answer. Another few beats went by before Rafe continued. “We're facing an unprecedented threat at the moment. Just like Alpha said at the meeting the other night.”
    Tate nodded even though his brother couldn't see him. The pack meeting a few nights back had revolved around reviewing the current pack safety measures and stressing the fact that even though no rogues had been spotted in the area for months now, there'd been reports of increased violent activity stemming from the Upper North Woods Pack in Canada, which was spiraling down throughout the Western U.S. as well. In a private meeting with only the Pack Guardians after the main meeting, Alpha had let them know there was also a very disturbing pattern of those activities meshing with reports of rogue activity throughout the entire country. There was no question the rogues were not all really rogues, but somehow working in tandem with a dysfunctional pack bent on exerting more power over all shifters.
    “Getting our new pack up and running is essential for the safety of all wolves in the Western region right now,” Rafe said. “Just as it is with Luke's new pack here.”
    “Yeah. I still wish him good luck with that,” Tate returned. Luke Rawlins had until recently had been a runaway rogue originally from the Upper North Woods Pack. His entry into the Black Mesa Pack had been filled with drama underscored by his own edgy, angry presence. Even so, everyone had to admit the man carried the natural leadership tendencies of a born alpha. The decision of the Black Mesa Alpha to make Luke the alpha of his own affiliate pack, to be located very nearby, was a masterful move, but one still greeted with concern by some pack members. Trying to run a pack on his own was going to be an uphill battle from the very start for the former rogue wolf.
    Very quietly, Rafe said, “Luke is committed. Of that I'm certain. But what about you?”
    Tate stopped completely, ignoring a muttered comment as a few guys dodged around him. Taking a deep breath, he moved to the side of the building. His usually laid-back attitude took a dive into sudden defensiveness. “I'm a member of our Pack and I always will be,” he said. His wolf paced in his mind, confusion and doubt pulsing from every ruffed-out tip of his pelt. “What exactly do you want to know, Rafe?” Tension made his words short.
    A long beat on the other end. Tate let the sounds of the street wash over him, uncharacteristically struggling to maintain his composure. He wasn't even certain what had triggered him to feel so attacked. Rafe knew how much his horse training business meant to him, and his question was valid.
    It just felt really damn personal, and that suddenly chafed him.
    Finally, Rafe said, “I want to know you'll choose defending your pack with every bit of your strength and life after I leave and take Caleb with me. I want to know your loyalties lie with our native pack, even though I know at heart, you're not truly a Guardian.”
    Tate felt like someone had punched him in the gut. Reeling, he put a hand on the brick wall to steady himself. His wolf half-growled, half-whined, the sound burbling up in Tate's throat until he was afraid he'd actually growl out loud.
    Before he could respond, Rafe said, “I'm sorry to have to be so blunt, but it's a fair question. You don't have to answer me right now. We'll talk when you're home.” There was another short pause before he softly added, “Tate, you actually were my first choice to come with us. But your natural ability to smooth over tense situations is needed by the Black Mesa Pack more right now. And Caleb's tremendous strength as a fighter will be needed by my