The Wolf Who Saved Me

Chapter 8 Callahan

The ride back to Boston was silent, awkwardly silent. Mira had pulled away from me in the restuarant. When I came back to the table, she looked terrified. Which made something click in my brain. She is a survivor of domestic violence. That is why she had defenses, that is why she seemed terrified when I came back to the table angry. Everything I had observed in the last 24 hours or so pointed toward the fact that she survived horrible trauma. I wanted to explain to her that I would never lay a hand on her in violence. That I couldn't do that, my wolf would never allow me to harm our mate in that way. That the thought of doing it made me sick to my stomach.  But I knew I had to deal with pack business before I could talk to her. I dropped her off at her house. My wolf was seething, wanting me to shift so I could go tear something apart. So having Mira around me wasn't a good idea. I knew that I had to tell her soon, that I would have to mark her soon. I was surprised when my dad called me. But when he ordered me to the pack house, because a rogue had entered our territory and murdered one of our scouts. This was serious, rogues rarely came north. But when they did, they often left a path of carnage behind them. Once I saw Mira go into her house, and I knew she was there to stay I raced to Cambridge. Our official pack residence was in Cambridge Massachusetts. We were one of the oldest packs in America, and as such we made our home in Cambridge. I got there shortly after 8:00pm. Deacon was outside waiting for me. His eyes golden, no doubt he got the very same call I did. I got out and walked over to Deacon.

"Alpha Galway is livid. Said you should have been here," he said. I rolled my eyes. My dad always had a flare for dramatics. That included irrational thoughts.

"How could I know that a rogue would come onto our land and kill one of our scouts. I am not a seer or a mind reader," I replied. Deacon knew that I was right, but offered a shrug. We walked up the stairs and into the pack house. We made our way to the large dining room, most of the pack was already here. Dad was sitting at the head of the table, staring at a bloody heart in front of him. I could hear sobbing coming from the corner. I looked over and saw a female wolf being comforted by one of the other scouts. I knew that it was the mate of the wolf killed. It was one thing to kill a wolf, it was another thing to rip its heart out and leave it for us to find. I could tell my dad was pissed, I could sense his wolf. And his wolf was angry. Everyone in the dining room was angry at this rogue. This was one bold rogue to attack us, we were one of the largest packs in the Northeast. And almost no one wished to mess with us, until now. But from the reports we were getting from New York, we knew it was only a matter of time before it came our way. Rogue attacks were getting more frequent and more coordinated. Dad thinks that someone is using rogues to attack the bigger packs in America. We had our top pack investigators looking into the murders. But it always led to a dead end, often the rogues would turn out dead or wouldn't talk. We also had reports that hunters were picking off smaller packs. Hunters were growing more bold in their attempts to protect humanity. Even though wolves almost never killed humans. All I know is that dad will not allow either hunters or rogues to kill anymore in our pack. He stood up, and the whole room went silent. Golden eyes meeting him.

"We will double our patrols, and no wolf will patrol alone. If more rogues come onto our territory, we have to be ready. We should consider reaching out to the smaller packs in the surrounding states. We must warn the other alphas. If the rogues are bold enough to attack us. Then they will certainly attack the smaller packs," father said. Everyone nodded in agreement. My thoughts went immediately to Mira. If rogues and or hunters were in our territory, and they discover that Mira was my mate. She would be in danger. She could be used against me, and the pack. She couldn't possibly defend herself against rogue wolves. Father could smell her on me, his cold eyes met mine.

"My office, now," he ordered. My wolf bristled under his command. Though I was the next in line, I could not say no to him. I followed him into the adjoining office. He shut the door and turned to stare at me. His golden eyes glaring at me.

"I can smell her on you Callahan, who is she," he demanded. I walked over and poured myself a drink.I knew I was going to need one.

"Mira Beckett, she works as a junior publisher. I bought her publishing company yesterday," I replied. He raised his eyebrow. He didn't like the answer I gave him.

"And... There is more Callahan Darcy, what are you not telling me," he demanded. I took another swig of whiskey. Trying to the courage to tell him that Mira and I were mates.

"And she is also the girl who I saved from that house fire ten years ago in Haverill. She is my mate father," I said. His eyes narrowed into slits upon 

"You are mated to a human, Callahan," he spat. It wasn't uncommon for wolves in the pack to mate with humans. Though wolves with alpha blood like me were rare. They weren't impossible, but they were rare. But my father was staunchly against mating with humans. He viewed them as weaker and inferior. Though I didn't share that same sentiment.

"Yes father, Mira Beckett is human. But that doesn't mean she is not capable of being the Luna of this pack. Deacon is mated to her friend Liz too. We are the next Alpha and Beta of this pack. We are the next generation of this pack. The goddess has spoken father," I said. He came toward me, his wolf was snarling. My wolf began to snarl back at him. I wouldn't back down on this matter. He didn't get to change what the goddess has ordained.

"Humans aren't made for our world Callahan. You of all people should know this," he snapped. I knew he was thinking about my mother. How she could not accept the wolf inside of my father. How she left him after a night of passion, and he could never mark her. But I knew that Mira was different. That she wouldn't leave me like that. That we both felt the bond raging inside our blood. The bond that would make me do anything for her.

"This isn't like what happened between you and my mother. Not all humans are like her, and you know that. You just cannot accept that things are changing out there in the human world. We need to learn to change too," I hissed. I could see his eyes turn a bright shade of gold. He was going to shift into his wolf. He was angry, he never liked it when I talked about my mother. He wanted to pretend that she didn't exist. That it was just him and I against the world.

"Don't you dare speak about your mother. You know nothing about her," he growled. I growled back at him, allowing my own wolf to meet his own. I knew I would shift soon. That both us were going to shift into our wolves.

"What happened will not happen between Mira and I. Mira is not like the other humans. Mira is my mate and nothing and no one will force me to reject her. Not even you," I snarled.

"You will reject her, once you do. You can become mated to a proper female wolf. A female wolf who knows how to run the pack," my father ordered. His voice was nothing but a snarl. But I was not afraid of him, I stopped being afraid of him a very long time ago.

"No father, I will not reject her. This is my decision, and even as my alpha you cannot order me to do that. My wolf will not reject her. Not now, not ever," I growled. We then both shifted. Our wolves are staring at one another. We both were angry, fueled by the fact that one of our own had been killed today. But I wouldn't allow my father to insult Mira as he did. She was mine, I would defend her till the day I die. As our wolves were about to lunge at one another, Deacon walked in with his father. His father was beta to mine. Both had worried expressions. They knew that our tempers got us in trouble.Deacon got in front of me, and his father did the same for my father. I stared into my best friend's eyes. Deacon wasn't ever afraid of getting in my way, especailly when he knew I was about to do something very stupid. Deacon looked over at my dad. Who was shifting back into his human form.

"Alpha, the pack was looking for you. They need their alpha right now," Deacon said. Father looked down at him and then over to me. His gold eyes are still blazing with fury. Taking the opportunity I turned and bolted out the open window. I was going to make sure that Mira was safe, and that no rogues would touch her. I would stand guard by her apartment until I knew that she was safe from the dangers that she didn't even know about.