Sedona
My father and I drive two hours up to Flagstaff to visit Rosa, the shifter from Mexico. I fiddle with the radio, but every station gives me a headache. For four days Iâve lived in a stupor. The pregnancy makes me tiredâI sleep fifteen hours a nightâbut some of the fatigue must be depression.
I see the worried glances my parents exchange when they think Iâm not looking. Everyone treats me like Iâm made of glass. Itâs exactly what I didnât want when I first came back from Mexico. Fates, I feel even worse now than I did then.
I was confused, then. Now Iâm wrecked. Carlos ruined me for all other males. Ruined me for love. I seriously donât see any light in my future.
No, thatâs not true. I have this baby to look forward to. At least that gives me purpose.
We pull up to a tiny cabin out in the woods. Itâs a sweet domicile for a wolfâall of Flagstaff is, a small town surrounded by mountains and woods.
A short, sturdy Latina woman comes out onto the wooden porch, wiping her hands on a dishcloth. She watches me get out of the car with a steady gaze.
My father marches over and shakes her hand. For some reason, my heartâs beating faster than normal. Sheâs a little sliver of Carlosâsomeone from his pack.
I follow my father up the steps and into her little cabin. She waves us into seats at her round kitchen table, which is nestled in a corner under a big picture window. Her backyard sports a few pine trees and a dog house. The dog, a black lab, is parked right beneath the window, sitting politely, ears cocked and tail wagging.
She pours coffee and brings a carton of half and half to the table, along with a bowl of sugar. I dump two spoonfuls of sugar in my coffee and pour enough milk to turn it blond.
âSo,â Rosa says, sitting down with us at last. âHow can I help you?â
âAs I said on the phone, my daughter was taken by the Monte Lobo pack. We have her back, but we want to know everything you can tell us about them.â
âThey took you for their alpha? As a prize?â
âYes.â I clear my throat. âFor Carlos.â
âCarlos, yes. I remember him, of course.â
She doesnât go on, but my father and I both wait, leaving the space as an invitation.
âIâll start by telling you why I left. You must have seen the disparity between the rich and poor.â
I nod.
âI was one of the poor. My father worked in the mines, my mother worked agriculture. It was a good enough life, I didnât know any differently. I mated young, followed in my parentsâ footsteps.
âI had a hard time keeping a pregnancy. I only carried one pup to full term and even though he was perfect, to me, when he hit puberty, we found out he couldnât shift. Happened to a lot of pups in that generationâtoo much inbreeding, I know now. We were all related in that pack. Don Santiago, one of the council members, took him from me. Said he could make him better. He drove him down to Mexico City But he never brought him back.â
Her eyes fill with tears. âHe said he didnât survive the procedure. When my husband raised a fuss, he was crushed in a mining accident.â
My father leans forward. âAre you implying it wasnât an accident?â
She shrugs. âAny pack member who made waves disappeared in the mines. Itâs an easy way to get rid of troublemakers.â
A growl sounds in the room. At first I think it must be my dad, then I realize itâs coming from me.
âThere are alphas who rule their packs with an iron fist, who punish their pack members, even mete out death as a consequence. As wolves, we follow, we obey. Itâs in our nature. But nothing about that council is natural.â
The hairs stand up on my arms. I growl again.
âSneaky deaths, silent deathsâit keeps the pack afraid, and quiet. The councilâs spies are everywhere. No one speaks up, for fear they might be next. But after my husband died, I knew I had to leave. My sister, Marisol, helped me escape. She wouldnât leave her husband, but she told me to get out while I still could.â
âWhat about the alpha?â my father asks. âCouldnât you go to him for help?
âThey killed him.â
My mouth drops open. Carlos hadnât told me that. Did he know?
âIf they canât control an alpha, he dies. All they care about his keeping the alpha blood line pure. They donât care about actually having an alpha to rule. Your Carlos, heâs in danger now.â
âNow?â
She nods, her eyes haunted. âNow that youâre pregnant. Theyâll have no need for him.â
~.~
My legs are weak when we get back in the car. I knew Carlosâ pack was troubled, but I never considered he might be in danger.
But I should have. They had so little respect for him, they caged him in a cell with me. Their own alpha. My mate is in danger. The father of my pup.
My hands shake as I pull out my phone.
âWho are you calling?â My dadâs watching me with concern.
âGarrett.â
âWhy?â
I shake my head impatiently and dial the number.
âHey sis. Everything okay?â
âYeah. No, not really. Hey, could you text me Amberâs phone number?â
I can practically hear my brother grind his teeth. âYou gonna tell me what this is about?â
âI just want to check out some information Dad and I got from a shifter up in Flag. Sheâs from Carlosâ pack.â
âOkay. But just know that Amberâs not entirely comfortable with her gifts yet, and she doesnât like to be put on the spot.â
âIsnât that what you did with her to find me?â
âYeah, smart ass, it is. Never mind. Youâre both adults, you can work it out between the two of you.â
âThanks.â
âLet me know how I can help, okay, sis?â
âYeah, I will.â
âYou coming back to your apartment here? Weâve got you all moved in.â
I glance over at my dad, who scowls at the road. Of course heâs heard every word. âMaybe. I donât know. I have a lot to figure out.â
âI know.â His voice is soft with sympathy, which I donât want, so I hit the end button, quickly.
When he texts me the number, I hit dial right away. Amber answers in her professional voice, âAmber Drake speaking.â
âHi Amber, itâs Sedona.â
âHi Sedona. Whatâs up?â
âCan I ask you a question? A yes or no one?â
Amberâs silent a moment, and Iâm sure sheâs thinking of how to politely tell me to stop using her this way, but she says, âI can try.â
âIs Carlos in danger?â
Sheâs quiet for a moment, then I hear her suck in her breath. âMortal danger,â she chokes.
âFuck,â I mutter. âThank you. Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.â I hang up.
My dad frowns. âI knew I shouldâve torn that pack apart the day we picked you up.â
âNo, Dad,â I snap. âBecause you wouldâve taken down Carlos, too. And none of this is his fault.â
My dadâs brows draw together. âWeâll go back. Take out just the council. Then youâre free to make the right choice about your maâabout Carlos. I donât want your decisions clouded by fear for your safety or your pupâs or even the pupâs father.â
I nod mutely. This is why I love my dad, as much of a controlling ass as he can be. He takes care of things.
Carlos would do this much for our daughter, too. For some reason, Iâm suddenly certain our pup is a girl. His vision of the pack has been obscured by lies from the council. If he knew they killed his father, I canât imagine he wouldnât take swift action. Heâs not a coward, not my Carlos. Heâs just concerned with doing the right thing for his pack.
And for me. I realize with utter clarity the reason he let me go. Itâs not for lack of caring. Itâs because he cares enough. Both times Iâve left, he let me walk. Because he would never hold me against my will.
Tears leak out of my eyes, but unlike the ones Iâve cried over the past several days, these arenât full of self-pity. My chest is filled with love. Love for my mate, for Carlos.
And heâs in danger now.
Yes, I believe my dad can take care of the council, but I want to be there first. To tell Carlos what I know, and help him sort things out before my dad comes in with the big guns. I canât tell my dad, though, heâd never allow it.
Tonight. As soon as I get back to Phoenix, Iâll find a flight out.