Taken by storm(27)

For a few seconds, I just let her hold me. I held on to her for dear life.

Then I straightened and pushed my hair roughly out of my eyes in a gesture I’d picked up from her. “You don’t need to worry about me, Ali.”

I might as well have been telling the wind not to blow. As I glanced around the table at the others, I was suddenly overcome with a horrible sense of premonition, one that told me that everything was changing, and that once we found Maddy, things might never be the same.

I’m sorry, Callum had told me.

You need to be human for this, he’d said.

But it was his other words that haunted me, as I looked from Ali to Devon to Lake to Chase.

Every future I can find is coated in blood.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN





THAT NIGHT, I COULDN’T SLEEP. WITH ALI IN MOM ON the Rampage mode, I couldn’t risk letting Chase sneak in the window, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw bodies.

My parents.

The crime scene photos.

Lucas.

Fighting it, I listened for the sound of the twins sleeping in the next room, and through the pack-bond, I felt the two of them snuggled up together like pups in a litter. No matter how many times Ali put them to sleep in separate beds, they always ended up in one. Needing to see them, I crept out of my room and into theirs.

Kaitlin’s foot was resting lightly on Alex’s cheek. His rump was up in the air. When one of them moved, they both moved. They were dreaming the same dream, colors and sounds and running.

Ali’s babies were safe and warm and happy, and I wanted desperately to believe they could stay that way forever, that Katie would never have to deal with the certainty Lake had lived with all her life, that she would never know what it was like to be looked at as a possession, a prize.

I wanted to believe that I would get to see them grow up. I wanted for their lives to be absolutely nothing like mine.

Giving in to the desire to be close to them, I climbed into their bed. Katie—in human form—yipped in her sleep, but didn’t wake up. Alex snuggled in close to my right side. I let their thoughts override mine. I let their senses override mine.

I dreamed their dreams, and I slept.



I woke with the dawn to find two little faces curiously watching mine. Katie was sitting on my stomach. Alex was perched to one side.

“Whatcha doing?” Katie asked.

“Sleeping,” I replied, closing my eyes.

Alex poked me in the side of my face with a damp and chubby hand. I half-expected him to say something, but no words accompanied the poke.

“You go ’way?” Katie asked, wriggling to get comfortable and elbowing me directly in the kidneys. “Mama’s sad.”

I gave up trying to sleep and opened my eyes.

“Big sister has to go away for a little while,” I said. “You two have to take good care of Mama while I’m gone. Okay?”

Alex nodded solemnly. Katie screwed up her face until her little baby forehead was as wrinkled as a shar-pei. “Why?”

I wasn’t sure if she was asking why I was leaving or why I wanted her to go easy on Ali while I was gone. Given that why was my sister’s favorite question, it was probably both. I took the easy way out and didn’t answer. Instead, I blew a stream of breath out onto her face, and she huffed back.

I was her alpha, and she was my girl.

Peeling myself out of bed, I managed to detach the little barnacles from my side. They ran ahead of me into the kitchen, where Ali was already making breakfast.

“Sit,” she said.

I sat.

She placed a plate of food in front of me.

“Eat.”

Ali couldn’t protect me. She couldn’t keep me here or give me the life she wanted for me, but she could feed me.

Wisely, I ate.

“You slept in the twins’ room last night?” Asking questions she already knew the answers to was Ali’s way of demonstrably not prying.

Yeah, right.

“I had a lot on my mind. They keep things simple.”

As if to corroborate my statement, Katie knocked over her glass of milk and started screaming like an irate banshee.

Without missing a beat, Ali flipped into triage mode, sopping up the milk and distracting Katie from her tantrum. “It’s not your fault.”

At first, I thought she was talking to Katie, but then I realized the comment was aimed at me.

“I know you, Bryn. I know what you’re thinking, but what happened with Maddy wasn’t your fault.”

Ali and I had never talked about Maddy’s leaving. We’d never openly acknowledged what Lucas had done, or the way I’d been forced to fight back.

“I killed him,” I said, staring down at my plate. “I killed him, knowing what it would do to her.”

For a long time, Ali didn’t say anything. I wanted her to tell me that I hadn’t had a choice, that if I’d let a challenge go unanswered, I would have been opening the pack up to more, but after all these years’ of living among werewolves, Ali still didn’t think like one.