Charmed Wolf(2)

By: Lia Davis

She needed the time to get control of her wolf and the growing power within her.

“Take an enforcer with you.”

Dana whirled on her twin and snarled. “I am not taking anyone with me. I’m not helpless, and I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

His wolf flashed in his blue eyes, and he curled his upper lip. “I know you don’t need a babysitter, but shit happens.”

She strode to him, placed a hand on the center of his chest, and felt the beating of his heart through the thin cotton T-shirt he wore. Instantly, she calmed. That was Darin’s gift as a charmed one—a shifter with magic in their bloodline. “The time has come where I need to search for my own Pack.”

There, she’d said it. Up until then, she’d let her brother believe that her leaving was temporary, that she’d return. However, she didn’t plan on coming back. “Look. You may be fine with lying to yourself, but I have to face reality. The Alpha blood runs thick in my veins, just as it does in yours. Being mated to Ross only added a shit ton of fuel to the fire.”

She stepped back and turned away from him. The unspoken words lingered between them. Her guilt for mating the former Alpha had further distorted the Pack and left her bitter. Especially after she’d watched the bastard kill her parents. When Darin had killed the asshole and claimed the Pack, Dana was no longer responsible for protecting it against her mate.

Yet, the hurt, the anger, and the power she’d gained from Ross had damaged something inside her. Had broken her on a level she hadn’t thought possible. She feared she’d go rogue, mindless and bloodthirsty.

Then, she’d started going against Darin’s word and began to question his judgment. It was only a matter of time before her wolf pushed her to challenge him for the Alpha position. And in so doing, her brother would force her to kill him.

A tear rolled down her cheek. Yeah, she was out.

Darin came up behind her and hugged her. “I hate the thought of not having you here to vent about Pack politics.”

She laughed. “You love the politics.”

Stepping out of the embrace and then swinging her pack onto her back, she faced Darin. His white-blond hair cascaded around his shoulders like thick strands of silk. Blue eyes that matched hers watched her, the wolf peeking out. She sighed and went to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him tightly. “I’ll call and keep you posted.”

His kissed her forehead and stepped out of the embrace. “Be safe.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you, too, sister mine.”

With a heavy heart, she left, leaving behind her childhood home, her Pack, and the only male she would ever trust with her life.

On her way out of town, she spotted Edwin Bass headed toward the Pack. As their vehicles passed each other, their eyes locked for a moment. His dark gaze narrowed on her, and she swore he snarled. A chill skittered up her spine. The Alpha of Bloodrose Creek was Ross’s uncle, and he hated her with the passion of the devil himself. She mind-linked with her twin and asked, “What the hell is Edwin doing in Whiskey Hollow?’

“Alpha business. You know, politics.”

She huffed and fought the urge to turn her car around. “You know he wants me dead.”

“So he has said. Yet you weren’t the one who killed his nephew, and there is nothing Edwin can do. At least not legally. The council will be on him tenfold if he attempts to go after you. I need to play nice. For now. I’ll call you if I need backup.”

She white-knuckled the steering wheel. Her wolf pushed at her skin, wanting out to deal with Edwin. So far, the Alpha hadn’t made any public threats and had played by the rules. Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that he had a master plan of some kind.

But she had bigger issues to deal with at the moment. Darin was Alpha of Whiskey Hollow. He’d protect them. And she’d just officially left the Pack. The dull ache in her chest returned. Even though she hadn’t cut the connection to the Pack, she began to feel a sense of loss and emptiness inside. She was on her own for the first time in her life.

* * *

It took her less than twenty minutes to reach the small one-bedroom cottage she owned in the middle of nowhere on a fifty-acre plot of neutral zone land. She parked her car in front of the cabin and sighed. The peaceful sounds of the forest wrapped around her, both calming and nerve-wracking at the same time. She guessed it would take her three days tops to go mad from the seclusion.