When a Pack Dies Read Online Free

meeting and asked for Percival—Kevin’s middle name—instead of Kevin, he’d introduce himself back as Percival if it was okay to come in. Until now, Fina was pretty sure nobody had had to use the service.
    “I’m downstairs. I need to see you,” she blurted out.
    “Come up,” was the lawyer’s curt and immediate response. Fina deliberately hadn’t watched the motel’s TV and every time the news came on the car radio, she’d changed stations. She didn’t want Ryan to hear news about his family’s death sandwiched between traffic reports and an ad for potato chips. Last night, she’d been too tired and too frightened to turn on the portable radio after Ryan had gone to sleep in the bed beside hers. From Dust’s response, she had to assume there’d been something about her pack on the news.
    Fina glanced over at Ryan once more, scented the air yet again then got onto the escalator that would take her up to the professional offices rimming the second story of the mall.
    On being shown in, she sat down nervously in a leather chair across from the lawyer’s desk. She set her purse down by her feet. Kevin Dust was pushing forty, pudgy and bald with only a rim of dark hair around the back of his head. His eyes were a dull, dishwater gray but once you looked past the uninspired color you could see the man’s intelligence looking back at you.
    Fina lifted her chin up. “My name is Fina Whitesage.” She didn’t know if he’d remember her. He held out his hand and it shook only slightly in hers. For reasons Fina hadn’t been made privy to, her father had found it necessary some years back to tell his lawyer that he, his family and employees were werewolves. Whatever the reasons, Reg Whitesage had bought Kevin Dust’s silence with money and a healthy dose of fear. That fear had diminished over the years as Kevin Dust and his family had been invited to pack get-togethers like communal picnics and softball games. “My family is dead,” she said flatly and this time it was her hand that shook as she pulled out the copy of her father’s will from her handbag.
    Kevin Dust just nodded. “I know. You keep that. I have a copy. And I’m...I’m sorry for your loss.”
    Fina looked out the window, over the parking lot and the roadways in the distance, trying hard not to cry. She turned back to him. “I don’t know if you know what happened, Mr. Dust, but my pack was killed by rogue werewolves. They’re dangerous and operate outside of normal pack laws but the fact of it is they now have control of my pack’s land.” Fina inhaled sharply. “There’s nothing that can be done about that...but that doesn’t entitle them to my pack’s assets.” She pulled out the investment statements and bank account information she’d taken from her father’s safe. “They won’t get their hands on them if I have anything to say about it. The terms of my father’s will put every cent of my pack’s money in my hands...now that I’m the only surviving member.” It was true that Ryan Upton was still alive but he was a minor and Fina’s instincts told her to keep the child hidden and safe at all costs. “I need to have my father’s will probated as soon as possible so I can start hiding the money where they can’t touch it.”
    Kevin Dust exhaled slowly and laced his short, chunky fingers together. “It’s usual to wait until after the funeral, Miss Whitesage.”
    “I don’t think there’ll be much to bury...if anything,” Fina whispered and shuddered before forcing her head back on track. “How much time do you need?” she asked bluntly, cutting to the chase.
    “Two days,” he answered after a moment’s thought.
    Fina stood. “I’ll be back then.”

Chapter Two

    “Higher, Fina!” Ryan yelled out as he pumped his legs forward and forced the swing to move faster.
    “Here it comes,” Fina warned him with a laugh and pushed the swing harder. She laughed again when Ryan shrieked with joy. There were some