“You’re going to answer,” I said, willing the words to be true. “You have to.”
I picked up the phone. I dialed.
“Hello.”
One word. Just one—but the moment I heard Callum’s voice, I had to sit down.
“This is the alpha of the Cedar Ridge Pack,” I said, my voice shaking with the things I wasn’t saying. “We have a situation with some humans, and from one alpha to another, I need some advice.”
“Bryn.” That was all he said—my name—but it was enough to make me feel absolutely naked, like he could see the expression on my face, like he could see inside me, no matter how far away he was.
“Callum.” A hint of steel crept into my voice. This wasn’t a social call.
“Did you get my gift?”
“Yes.” I paused. “I don’t suppose it means that the key to the coven’s destruction is horses.”
Callum made a choking sound, and I wondered if I’d actually managed to surprise a laugh out of him.
“This is serious, Callum. We have kids here. Katie. Alex. A half dozen others under the age of ten. Ali’s packing them up as we speak.”
“And where are you sending them?”
There was only one place I could send them, one person I could trust with their safety. Callum had to know that.
Had to know that it was him.
“I’ll get them out of the line of fire however I can.” I danced around the truth.
“And how many escorts will you be sending with your little ones?” Callum did a passable job of sounding curious, but I wasn’t fooled. He wasn’t asking for his benefit.
He was asking for mine, and I realized almost immediately that I couldn’t send the kids off by themselves—and that I didn’t have many guards to spare. Counting the peripherals, and me, we had ten able-bodied fighters—eleven if Lucas could heal enough to fight by our side. I couldn’t spare more than one or two to escort the kids, and that wasn’t good enough, not when the coven—or, if he was up for risking the Senate’s wrath, Shay—could feasibly intercept them along the way.
“I’ll send the kids into lockdown here,” I told Callum, thinking out loud. “If we fight the psychics, there’ll probably be casualties, but to get to the kids, they’d have to take us all out, and I don’t think they have that kind of manpower, knacks or not.”
“Who do you think they’ll kill?”
If I hadn’t known Callum, hadn’t spent my entire life reading meaning into his most indecipherable tones, I would have thought the question was facetious, but it wasn’t.
He wanted names.
“You’d know better than I would,” I said, my voice catching in my throat.
Callum didn’t respond. I couldn’t even hear him breathing on the other side of the line, but werewolf hearing probably meant that he could hear the beating of my heart, the sound I made each time I swallowed.
“There are eleven of us,” I said, “assuming the wolf I just won from Shay can fight.” I didn’t mention that this assumption was stretching it, given Lucas’s current condition—and his previous experience with the psychics. “Chase, Maddy, and the peripherals are … scrappy.”
Like me, they had a way of surviving things that should have killed them dead.
“Devon’s Dev, and I don’t even know how old Mitch is.”
That left Lake. I’d already almost lost her once.
To Shay.
Thinking of the way Shay had looked at her, the expression on his face, made me remember exactly who and what Lake was. She was a female Were—one of very, very few, even with the addition of Changed Weres in my pack. Shay wouldn’t want her dead. If she died—if any of the females died—the hope that any of the alphas would be able to get their hands on them—now, a year from now, a hundred years from now—died, too.
“They won’t kill the females.”
I measured Callum’s response to my words.
Silence.
“The psychics have a deal with Shay,” I said, working through the logic out loud. “And Shay would want the females alive.”
The number of people Shay wanted dead was probably relatively small: me; Mitch if he got in the way; depending on Shay’s mood, maybe Devon …
“This isn’t war,” I said softly, unsure if I was talking to Callum or myself. “It’s a hit.”
Slowly, the layers of Shay’s plan crystallized in my mind. He’d set the psychics up to attack us. He’d offered me help, hoping to gain access to our territory, and when I’d refused …
“You could die, Bryn.” Callum confirmed my thoughts, and for the first time, I heard emotion in his words. It was faint, but it was there, and though I had to strain to hear it, once I did, something inside me, something broken, began putting itself back together again, bit by bit by bit.