“Be reasonable, Kiya. It’s the only place I can think of where you’ll be safe. You know, safety in numbers. Even Verah doesn’t have the cajones to go up against a pack of werewolves.”
“But …” She shook her head. “I’ll never get the chance to be on my own again.”
That wasn’t the worst of it, he thought. Once she was back home, it was unlikely they would have many chances to be alone together. But it was just as well. She was practically engaged to another man. He had to remember that.
Kay stretched her back and shoulders. “How long will it take to get there?”
They had been driving for almost ten hours, stopping only to buy gas, or when she needed to get something to eat or drink. Gideon had left her alone in a truck stop restaurant for a few minutes while he preyed on one of the truckers.
He glanced her way. “Another ten hours or so. We’ll have to stop at the next hotel. The sun will be rising in about thirty minutes.”
Kay nodded, her thoughts turned inward. When she had convinced her father to let her leave the pack for a year, she hadn’t stopped to consider how she would feel about going back home when that year was up. It had never occurred to her that she wouldn’t be happy to go back. She hadn’t expected to find such joy and satisfaction in making her own decisions, or such relief at being away from her father’s constant demands. Knowing she was going home filled her with resentment.
There was a hierarchy in the pack that couldn’t be broken. As alpha male, her father was the undisputed leader. His word was law and pack members disobeyed him at their own peril. Kay’s mother was treated with the respect due the pack leader’s mate, but, as a human female, she had no say in pack affairs. No other pack Alpha had a human woman for a wife. If any of the pack’s members had objected to his choice, it was their right to protest, which would have involved challenging the Alpha, something that had never happened in Kay’s lifetime.
Kay’s aunt Greta was the Alpha female. Since Kay was only half werewolf, she had no more influence in the pack than did her mother. That had never bothered her until now, when she had lived on her own for almost a year and made all of her own decisions.
Among wild wolves, only the Alpha pair mated, but that wasn’t true with werewolves.
There were eleven other pairs in her father’s pack, thirteen children ranging in age from eighteen months to eighteen years, and three adult females who were in their early twenties.
Her aunt and uncle had one son, Isaac, who was sixteen. If he showed any Alpha tendencies when he reached adulthood, her father would send him away.
During the full moon, the dynamics of the pack changed, becoming more like that of feral wolves. As Alpha, her father stood more erect and carried his tail higher than the others. Lower-ranking wolves slouched toward the ground in his presence. The Alpha urinated by lifting his leg, the other males squatted. When a submissive wolf approached her father, it would lower its ears and put its tail between its legs, or show its throat to demonstrate subservience. Most of the pack did this without conscious thought.
Although Victor was the eldest son of the Green Mountain Pack’s Alpha, he was still subservient to his father, something she knew didn’t sit well with Victor. He had never said or done anything to indicate he coveted his father’s position, and yet Kay knew he resented his placement in the pack. She had often wondered if the day would come when he would openly challenge his father for leadership.
Kay sighed. One thing she had missed about being home was running with the pack during the full moon. In her wolf form, the world was a remarkable place. Wolves detected scents ten times better than dogs and a hundred times better than humans. She could determine where a particular scent had come from, who or what had made it, and how long it had been there. The males scent-marked pack territory by urinating on targets above the ground, like tree trunks and bushes, which warned members of other packs to keep out.
A short time later, Gideon pulled up in front of a five-star hotel, putting an end to her random thoughts.
She was all too glad to get out of the car and stretch her legs, even though she could scarcely keep her eyes open.
Gideon pulled their suitcases out of the trunk, then locked the car. Inside the hotel, he registered them as Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Adams of Palm Beach, Florida. He waved off the bellboy, picked up their suitcases, and headed for the elevator.
“Samuel Adams?” Kay lifted one brow as they stepped into the elevator.
Gideon shrugged. “You don’t want to be Mrs. Adams?”
“Why not?” she replied, chuckling. “I hear he makes a great beer.”