happy I am to be back here.
Talia was upset with you for not being there to meet us. You’ll have some
apologizing to do there.
I know, I’m sorry. And how is Miakoda? I’m sure I won’t
even recognize him.
You won’t! He’s growing so fast. And he’s such a good
traveler. Oh have we got stories to tell you!
I can’t wait. Dropping his jaw open in their version
of a wolfy grin, he backed up a bit so that some of the other late arrivals
could greet their Alphas. He knew he’d definitely have some serious groveling
to do with Talia.
Micah and Olivia’s adopted daughter had been scared shitless
of him when she’d first met him, but now they were buddies. He’d taken her
fishing a couple of times and let her help him with the sled dogs. When he’d
given her pick of the litter of one of those sled dogs, the deal had been
sealed. Talia had decided he was okay to have around. The little girl was one
of his favorite people in the world.
Moving through the Pack, he could feel animosity from his
right and instinctively turned his body to meet the threat. He barely held back
his snarl.
Same old, same old from the three wolves growling softly at
him. They hadn’t gotten over the last ass-whipping he’d doled out and it looked
as if he’d be doing it again. Those three just didn’t understand that as long as
he had Micah’s favor and was one of the seconds in the Pack that they’d never
be able to fully defeat him. Sure, they could hurt him, they had in the past,
but they’d never be able to get rid of him, which was what they really wanted
to do. He stared at them as they paced toward him.
He let out his own growl then, baring his teeth at them to
let them know this was neither the time nor the place for their juvenile
bullshit. A presence at his left let him know that another wolf had joined
them. The three in front of him suddenly dropped to their sides then rolled,
exposing their bellies. He knew without doubt that Micah was the wolf at his
side. Even without the familiar scent, the submissive posturing of the three
would have given it away.
Are we going to have to have another talk about this? If Micah had been in human form, Gareth knew one eyebrow would be raised and
his normally stoic face would have been somewhat pinched-looking.
No, Micah. Everything’s fine. We’re all just glad you’re
back, right boys?
He glared at the three, before letting his attention sharpen
on Luke, the usual leader of that group. All of them were still whining a bit
as they stayed on their backs. They didn’t answer him, just gave Micah his due
as their leader. The middle one urinated just a bit, making Gareth’s inner jerk
dance with pleasure. Yeah, they wouldn’t fuck with him anymore.
Blowing out some air, Micah turned and left. He waited just
a moment then followed. He could still feel some anger, but most of it had
waned in the face of their Alpha’s displeasure. They might not mind ganging up
on him at a Gathering but there is no way in hell they’d dare to do it with
Micah right there.
He turned his mind to enjoying the rest of the Gathering.
For now he’d forget all about lesser wolves with mischief on their minds,
females who smelled of honeysuckle, and sullen teenagers. For now he’d simply
enjoy the night.
Chapter Two
“So, tell me about your life, Niece.” Willow hadn’t asked
any questions when they’d first arrived. She’d sent both mother and daughter
straight to bed after a light snack. They’d needed the nap. Now Harmony was
glad the wait for the inquisition to begin was over. Willow had returned from
her afternoon shopping with that direct question.
Now she repeated it. “I gave you the time you asked for. We’ve
had dinner. What happened?” The tone was gentle but the gaze was intense.
Harmony sighed, looking away from her aunt.
“Really? You want me to recap the last sixteen years? How
much time do we have?” She glanced toward the living room, where Rain had
flopped onto