To Right a Wrong(13)

“Okay…okay.” Ethan let Dani go, turned, and headed out the door.

“What is it? Do you know who Loren is?” She followed him outside and sat on the step.

“Let me figure this out, little one.” He paced back and forth. Why would Dani’s father mention Loren? Loren was dead. He’d died many years ago… She must have the names mixed up.

“You’re making me nervous.” She wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin on her knee. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” He stopped and shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “I just can’t figure out why the name Loren would even come up in your dad’s conversation.”

“Who is he? Is he someone you remember?

There’s no one in Drover with that name that I know of, unless it’s someone who comes from the pack down in Shiloh. Heck, it might not even be a werewolf, but some guy who my dad knew.”

“I know who it is. Loren is…was…Greggoire’s twin brother.” He paused. “His deceased brother.”





Chapter Six

The car sat idle outside of Drover with Dani in the driver’s seat. Ethan paced between the vehicle and the road that would lead them into the small rural town. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel.

Before she’d left to find Ethan, her plans to get her brother back had been only a dream.

This time, she and Ethan would wage war against the alpha. That was unheard of within the werewolves. Challenges for the lead position were done in an organized manner. What they planned was premeditated murder.

The passenger door opened and Ethan slid into the seat. “It’s time.” He reached into the backseat and removed two pistols from where Dani had hidden them under some blankets.

“From here on out, you’ll wear a pistol in the back waistband of your pants. Make sure you leave your shirt untucked. I’d rather no one know that you are armed. Do you have the knife in your boot?”

Leaning over, she lifted the hem of her jeans.

The wooden handle lay visible against her skin, the silver-coated blade nestled between two pairs of socks to keep it off her skin. “I thought the plan was to lay low.”



“It is.” He peered out the car window. “My arrival is going to cause Greggoire to see blood.

You have to be prepared for him. No telling what he’ll do to save his position in the pack. It’s going to piss him off that you came back with my scent all over you.”

She shuddered. “Ew. I think that’s one thing that won’t faze him. He’s never sniffed around me. In fact, none of the men have ever sought my attention. Maybe I’m unappealing.” He snorted. “You are the most beautiful woman…she-wolf, I have ever known.” She leaned over and kissed him. “You’re sweet, but it doesn’t count. You’re my life mate.

You didn’t stand a chance of getting away from me. The other guys… She rolled her eyes and shrugged off her concern. “I didn’t get a second look.”

“That had more to do with your dad, little one.” He slid his seatbelt on and motioned for her to go. “He was a respected elder. It is my job to protect you now that your father is gone.”

“My dad would have been a great leader, if…” She sighed and pulled out onto the main road.

“Do I drive right to my house?”

“Yeah.” He reached back and grabbed another pistol. Pulling out a handful of silver bullets, he packed the weapon before loading another gun. “Tonight, we’ll prepare. In the morning, the fun will start.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, Ethan rushed Dani into the house and shut the door behind them. She tossed her bag over in the corner of the living room and plopped down on the couch. “Home, sweet home. Come here. I’ve missed having you hold me.” She patted the cushion.

He stood with his back against the door, the large duffle bag full of weapons hanging off his shoulder. He compressed his lips together, and his eyes shifted to the yellow shade of his wolf.

He stared at the room as if any moment someone would jump out and want to fight.

“Ethan?”

“It reeks.”

“I was gone for over a week.” She pushed herself off the sofa and stepped toward the window. “I’ll open some windows. It’ll be aired out in—”

“Stop.” Ethan moved across the room, sniffed, and headed down the hallway. “Stay in the living room.”

“What’s wrong?” Dani rubbed her bare arm.

Moments later, he came back into the room frowning. “I can smell Greggoire all over the house. He's marked your home, you, as belonging to him.”