Raised by Wolves(76)

“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.

Being the generous soul that I was, I gave in and provided her with the key to all of this. The thing I’d discovered earlier tonight. “Chase.”

The two of us didn’t have to be asleep to enter each other’s minds. We just had to be still. If he could get close enough to overhear the alphas talking, I could eavesdrop on them myself.

Two days. One for the alphas to get to Ark Valley. One for the meeting. Two days, and I’d have answers. Glancing out the side of my eye at Lake and thinking about everything she had and hadn’t said tonight, I decided it wouldn’t kill either one of us to stay inside and hidden until then.





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE





AFTER TWENTY-FOUR HOURS INDOORS, LAKE WAS SO twitchy I thought she’d implode, or, more likely, explode, leaving a variety of casualties in her wake. Since I had no desire to be blown to Bryn bits, I was as relieved as she was when Mitch declared the coast clear. Unfortunately, unlike Lake, I couldn’t take a romp through the forest in celebration, and I couldn’t follow her to the restaurant and lend a hand waiting tables.

I had bigger fish to fry.

If the coast was clear at the Wayfarer, that meant the alphas had arrived in Ark Valley. And that meant it was time to put Operation Eavesdrop into play. Like the old pro I was, I faked the stomach flu and talked Ali into letting me stay in bed all day. The secret to success, as it turned out, was oatmeal—even I thought I was throwing up as I hurled three quarters of a bowl of cooked oats into the toilet.