“Thanks. Maybe I can take you up on it later. Nice meeting you both.” She took off toward the entrance to the blue intermediate trail.
“Wait!” Cantrell said, catching up to her. “What’s your name?”
She paused at the top of the trail. “Elizabeth.”
“Elizabeth,” Robert said. “Have you got lunch plans?”
“Yes, with Tom Silver.”
Cantrell laughed. “I told you he’d already asked her.”
“What about tonight?” Robert asked.
“I’m having dinner with the pack leaders.”
“Uh, okay,” Cantrell said as if that meant she planned to join the pack or something. “Well, we tried. See you around, Elizabeth.” He headed downhill.
Robert smiled. “They always get the good ones.” He followed his brother down the slope.
Elizabeth shook her head. She really couldn’t believe all the interest, especially after what she’d gone through growing up—physical and emotional abuse from her father’s wolf family for being part coyote. Shunned by her mother’s coyote pack for having wolf DNA. And here she was totally welcome. Maybe because Tom seemed interested in her.
She stood to the side so other skiers could access the trail and pulled out her camera. She snapped shots of the two men traversing the hill, then of the vista. She breathed in the cold, crisp air, loving it, wanting to throw off her clothes, shift, and run through the woods, biting at the snow, rolling in it, having the time of her life.
Tonight she would.
She skied down to another intermediate run and across an easy trail where a couple of patrollers, Tom included, checked out a young girl of about eight. She sat on the snow holding her knee and crying. Tom crouched next to her, talking to her as she nodded. Elizabeth hoped the girl wasn’t too badly injured, but the sight of him speaking to her made Elizabeth believe he’d be good with kids. She wondered if the rest of the pack was like that. The two she had belonged to—as in had family ties to but hadn’t really belonged to—had been. They just hadn’t treated her that way.
She’d always thought of her parents as Romeo and Juliet—Romeo, the red wolf, and Juliet, the coyote—two different families, both feuding. In the end, both her parents had died. Which meant she’d had to fend for herself against the wolves of her father’s pack. The coyote pack hadn’t wanted her, either, since she was an alpha and part wolf. The pack leaders had feared she’d want to take over.
She was a pariah, worse than an omega, a wolf that was pushed from the pack, picked on, and left to grab scraps everyone else had left behind.
Except for one thing. She was an alpha. They couldn’t beat that out of her, no matter how much they had tried. Alpha wolves were born with the take-charge tendency whether they were lupus garous or strictly wolves or even humans. Not all alphas formed their own packs. Some became loners and others sub-leaders of a pack, ready to take over if the pack leader died. Not that she would ever face such a situation.
After capturing Tom and the little girl with her camera, Elizabeth moved toward the lodge. She took several pictures of the building, with its steep alpine roof and log sides and a large veranda where visitors sat at tables enjoying hot drinks. The heat of the drinks mixed with the air, causing steam to rise above their cups. She captured photos of people waiting on the lift line and of some coming down the gently sloping bunny trail.
She snapped a shot of a teen wearing a gray-wolf ski hat who headed straight for her. He whipped around her, grinning, and skidded to a halt next to her. “Tom’s girl, right?”
Before she could respond, he laughed and took off for the ski lift. She smiled. If her pack had treated her like that, she would never have left.
She snapped a couple more pictures—one of a man hitting a hill of soft powder, causing it to fly everywhere. If the day remained sunny, this afternoon she’d take a break from photographing and just ski. Well, after she got what she needed from North, she thought, wishing again that he had taken the evidence he had on her uncle straight to the red wolf pack’s new leader, Hrothgar. North wouldn’t, saying that it was her issue to deal with. Elizabeth didn’t disagree, but she didn’t want to get that close to the pack.
She thought maybe that afternoon she’d take some pictures when the sun wasn’t as intense. When she was done, she’d try to contact Hrothgar and arrange to meet with him to transfer the evidence herself. Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind making the seven-hour trip here.
She was still irritated with North. He had waited a long time before telling her he had solid evidence against her uncle. He could also have informed her that the red pack had a new leader who might consider the evidence and right the wrongs. Then again, Hrothgar might not do anything more with it than Bruin would have.