Shay didn’t come right out and say that Lake would make a good incubator for his future children, but he might as well have, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the image of Lake running, running, running and never getting far enough away.
Bryn, if we lose, I’m going with her. Dev met my eyes from across the room as the silent words passed from his mind to mine. If I’d been capable of feeling anything other than the animal need to answer Shay’s innuendos with fury and blood, I might have taken a moment to consider what it would mean to lose Devon and Lake at the same time.
What it meant that he would leave me to go with her.
Instead, I gritted my teeth and nodded. If we lose, Dev, I want you to go.
Shay flicked his eyes from Devon’s to mine, unable to hear our words, but aware that something had passed unspoken between us.
“So the stakes aren’t changing.” Lake tossed her hair over one shoulder and twirled the pool cue absentmindedly in her hand. “Now that we’ve got that over with, you want to break, Shay, or should I?”
Lake threw out the challenge, looking cocky and young and like the type of person who would rush into a bet like this one without thinking things through, but I knew better. Her bravado was a familiar mask, a special brand of fearlessness that she could put on at the drop of a hat.
She was smart. She was strong. She could do this. I repeated that to myself over and over again.
“You can break.” Shay walked past her and picked up the longest pool cue, twirling it lightly. “I spent most of the fifties in pool halls. If I broke, you’d never even get the chance to shoot.”
Shay might as well have taken a page out of Caroline’s book and pronounced himself incapable of missing a shot.
Unperturbed, Lake racked up the balls and walked the perimeter of the table, her hips swinging with forced carelessness, her eyes registering every angle, every contour, every ball. She placed the cue ball just to the left of the table’s center and leaned over, lining up her first shot. Numbness worked its way up my body, inch by inch.
Lake relaxed her grip on her stick.
Shay smiled.
And then she took her first shot.
The cue ball ricocheted off its target, and the rest shot outward, like an explosion had gone off at their core.
I felt, rather than saw, the first ball drop into one of the center pockets, and I forced myself to breathe.
There were too many of us in this room. There was too much riding on this moment, and it went against every instinct I had—as an alpha, as their friend, as a person who knew what it meant to fight for survival every second of every day—to just stand there, watching and willing Lake to sink one ball after another after another.
It hurt to hope.
It hurt to breathe.
Lake moved around the table with the precision of a surgeon, mid-operation, and the more shots she took, the closer the mask of fearlessness on her face came to slipping.
She wanted this.
She was fighting.
She was scared.
I ground my fingernails into the palm of my hand until red half-moons dotted my skin. I couldn’t feel the pain, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but wait for Lake to sink the next ball.
And then she missed.
With a sickening grin, Shay leaned down to the table, lined up his shot, and sent two balls ricocheting into opposite pockets with the ease of a pro. He worked his way around the table, shot after shot after shot.
I could feel Lake on the other side of the pack-bond, feel her insides shattering like glass as she tried so hard not to be scared. Seeing the bravado on her face nearly brought me to my knees.
Shay only had three balls left.
Then two.
Then one.
I knew then that I never should have let Lake risk it, never should have put her in a position where a game of pool could cost her everything, everything.
It’s going to be okay, Bryn. Whatever happens, it’ll be okay. Chase met my eyes, and for the first time in memory, I felt like I was looking at a stranger. If Shay won, if he took Lake, nothing would be okay. Not now, not ever. If Chase didn’t understand that, he didn’t understand me.
“Call your pocket.” Lake’s voice was steady, and she thrust her chin out, like she could make him miss by sheer force of will.
“Back left corner.”
My eyes went immediately to the pocket in question. If Shay made this shot, he’d win—the bet, Lake …
I saw the eight ball hit the corner of the pocket. Saw it hover there. Saw it fall in.
Protect. Protect. Survive.
As my Resilience rose up inside me, I could barely make out the world around me. I could barely see Lake, shutting down and shutting out the fear. I could barely see Shay, moving slowly toward her from one side, or Devon, cutting across the room from the other.