I saw through his eyes. He saw through mine. And for the first time since we’d come here, I felt like I was home.
Eventually, I did fall asleep, and in an ironic twist of fate, Chase wasn’t in my dreams and I wasn’t in his. In fact, my sleep was dreamless. Peaceful—until the sound of a heavy weight dropping onto my bedroom floor woke me up.
Four-legger. Wolf.
That was all it took for me to jump out of bed. I landed on my feet, and since I’d fallen asleep fully clothed, my knives were still sheathed to my calves. I had a silver blade in each hand before my eyes had even adjusted to the darkness.
Moving on instinct, I put my back against the wall, scanning for the threat, and the moment I found it was the exact moment that the wolf in question slumped to the floor and melted into human form.
Lake. Worn-out and naked. I couldn’t do anything for the former problem, but for both of our sakes, I shielded my eyes and rifled around in my suitcase until I found something that would fit her. The sweatpants were short on her and the tank top was too tight, but she didn’t complain.
She didn’t say anything.
“Have a nice run?” I asked her. I would have asked her if she was okay if I hadn’t known for a fact that the answer was no. There was no sense in making her say it.
“I’m tired,” Lake said. “Mind if I crash here tonight?”
I doubted she was too tired to make it the additional hundred yards to her house, but I wasn’t about to turn her away.
Lake needed a friend, and she needed Pack. Right now, I was pretty much the only person in the world who qualified as both.
“Mi casa es su casa,” I said. “Literally. I’m pretty sure your dad owns it.”
Lake managed a grin. “That make me your landlord?”
I snorted. “Not hardly.”
I sheathed my knives and sat back down on the bed.
“Scootch over,” Lake told me.
I obeyed. Part of me wanted to wait for her to say something, but given the fact that she’d come right out and asked me about the Callum situation, I figured I owed her the same courtesy.
“So. Alphas passing through on their way to Callum’s, and that peripheral thought you should know because they might decide you’re worth fighting for.”
Lake blew out a breath of air with so much force that her lips actually made a popping sound. “If they tried anything, I’d kill ’em.”
“Still sucks, though,” I commented.
Lake snorted.
“Don’t want to talk about it?” I asked.
Lake shook her head. “Sorry about crashing here. Was feeling kind of lonesome. When we were little, I used to sneak into Griff’s room all the time. Drove him nuts.”
The rare mention of Lake’s twin took me by surprise. Anyone with the power of inference could tell just by looking at her that she’d had a brother once, since by definition, female Weres were always half of a set of twins. Sora’s was a male in our pack named Zade. Katie’s was Alex. Lake’s was dead.
Thinking back, I couldn’t remember the last time Lake had mentioned Griffin, but I knew better than to comment on that fact.
“I don’t mind the company,” I said instead. “I get it. You run to be alone. And when you’re done …”
You don’t want to be alone anymore.
I didn’t say the words out loud, but I pushed them toward her, not knowing if she’d hear them, since I was Chase’s first and Stone River’s second.
“You figure out anything else about the Rabid?” Lake asked.
“Maybe,” I said. “There are some places that don’t technically belong to any of the alphas. He could be hiding out in one of those.”
“You think the Senate knows where he is?” Lake asked.
I didn’t answer. If they didn’t now, they would soon. There wasn’t a place in the country someone could hide from a dozen alphas once they had his scent.
Burnt hair and men’s cologne.
“We need to know what the Senate knows,” I said. “We need to hear what they say in that meeting.”
Even in the dark, I could see Lake go sardonically wide-eyed. “Really? I never would have thought of that!”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Well, if you’re going to be that way, then I’m not going to tell you my plan for eavesdropping.”
“No more sarcasm. Scout’s honor.”
I snorted. The idea of Lake in the Girl Scouts was something else. She’d have earned all of their badges and single-handedly destroyed their reputation within a week.
“Bryn,” she prodded, her voice coming closer to the high-pitched whine of a dog begging to be let inside.