New Age Werewolf Series Book 2: Hunter's Daughter, Alpha's Mate

Part 17: Different Kind of Pack

I felt at home here.

There were a slew of quarterbreeds and half breeds here and they had businesses in one of the biggest cities in the country. From what they told me some of them were even athletes connected to the hockey team the city thought the bar was named after.

For the three days I stayed I got to play games, talk, even laugh a little. I was also asked to tell my story for their history.  Stephen, the alpha of the pack, asked questions, while a scribe named Rowena wrote it all down.

It turned out that my lineage was that of Native American wolves, and Kyros's family was that of British and Irish wolves, two of the most warlike tribal packs in recorded wolf history. Natives were far more rational, whereas the European wolves were about consuming territory, pretty much like humans were back then. 

"So, what descent are you?"

"We are of the same lineage as Kyros, but we don't see things the way his family does," Stephen told me.  "They don't acknowledge us, but at least they leave us alone. But we are honored to have you. We have a treaty with the hunters in this area now, and might be left in peace completely as long as we don't attack anyone. That hasn't happened for decades, and we have your father to thank for that."

That night, this pack helped me say goodbye to my father. Didi and her family came, too, as well as hunters who knew him. It was such a mix, a bit tense at first, but before we knew it, we were sharing stories and even laughing a little. 

"May I talk to you for a minute?"

I turned to see Philip there. I followed him to a room where we could be alone and talk. "Everything okay?"

"Listen, I just heard through the grapevine that the Kincaids are coming back here from New England--"

"Why?"

"Word is that they returned to New England to bury the father, but they are going to resume searching for you."

I collapsed in a chair. "You've got to be kidding."

"We have a contact that works at the airport---"

"So, taking my father from me isn't enough?"

"Calm down, Lani--"

I rose from my chair. "Isn't it?!"  Phillip froze. I blinked up at him. He looked scared. I looked around and noticed the powered down computer monitor on the desk to see my glowing eyes looking back at me. I put my hands over my eyes. My emotions had gotten the better of me. This was so much easier in school. Since I was small, Mom and Dad taught me meditation and how to control my emotions, especially when learning fighting skills. Truthfully, my life had been mostly peaceful till this last week or so. "I'm sorry, Phillip, I'm so--"

He caught my wrists in his hands gently, and pulled them down so he could look at me. "It's okay, you're upset. You just show it--a bit more than others-when you are."

I laughed at that, and he did, too. "Thanks."

"I've contacts to help you," Phil said softly.  "You've got to run."

"I was thinking about..." I didn't tell anyone my idea. "I was thinking about taking it slow?"

"What?"

"I don't want to tell you too much, Phillip," I put my hands on his shoulders. "But I've got a plan."

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you, but I'll tell you this. My father left me all I needed."