Raised by Wolves
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Not a pleasant combination, or one that made any amount of sense, but that’s the way it was with foreign packs. None of them smelled good. They weren’t supposed to. They were foreign. They were threats. Wolves from our pack probably didn’t smell any better to them.
“Looks like this Rabid is an equal-opportunity hunter,” I said. “I was attacked in Colorado. Chase is from—”
Where was Chase from?
Kansas.
The answer was enough to make me close my eyes, letting a blink last longer than it otherwise would have.
Somewhere in Ark Valley, Chase was awake.
“Chase is from Kansas,” I said. “Rim of Callum’s territory.”
“You and Madison were both little girls. Your parents were obviously adults. Chase is a teenage boy. What’s the pattern?”
There were few things in life more frightening than a werewolf who watched Law and Order.
“Multiple states, multiple territories. There is no pattern, unless …”
I didn’t finish my sentence, and I didn’t have to. Lake was already there.
“Unless there are more.”
Not just Chase and Madison and me. What if there had been others? If this Rabid hunted across territories and never stayed in one place for long, he could have been doing this for years. But how was that even possible? Weres just didn’t think like that. Wolves had territories. Even lone ones.
Even Rabids.
They didn’t just drift from state to state, hunting humans unnoticed.
My fingers made their way back to the keys, and I opened a new window. Now that I had a last name and a town, maybe I could track down a news story, a police report, anything.
Lunch came and went. I had another order of cheese fries. Lake had another triple-bacon cheeseburger. Keely didn’t say a word. Slowly, the restaurant began to fill up. Humans, mostly. The peripheral Were from the Snake Bend Pack. Another Were that I recognized as one of Callum’s.
By late afternoon, Lake and I had an MO. Hundreds of people had been killed by wolves in the past decade. A small subset of them—all children—had been attacked in cities or towns where there were no native wolf populations. Many of the victims had died on the spot. Others, like Madison Covey, had been dragged off into the woods, bleeding all the way, no more than scraps of flesh recovered to identify their bodies.
And then there were the thousands of missing children about whom nothing was known. There one day, gone the next. For all we knew, some of them had fallen to our Rabid, too.
One thing was certain: Chase and I were outliers. He was the oldest. At four, I would have been the youngest, and my parents were the only adults.
At one point, Lake rustled up a map and a pen. We spread it out over our table, marking each of the attacks that fit our Rabid’s pattern.
Maybe we didn’t know what we were doing. Maybe two kids with an internet connection and a lot of time on their hands couldn’t track a serial killer, even if they knew what to look for better than any police department would.
But maybe we were right.
I had no idea what to do about it. For minutes at a time, maybe hours, I stared at the map. We’d marked kills in every territory, but the most were in Callum’s and the two adjacent territories: those belonging to Odell and Shay. The attacks zigzagged out from some invisible central point, and I cursed the fact that I’d taken algebra instead of geometry this year in school.
Tell me where you are, I said silently.
There was no reply. I hadn’t really expected one.
“You girls hungry?” Keely asked, wrapping back by our booth, the way she did every hour or so to check on us.
I nodded. Lake grunted.
“The usual?” Keely asked, her voice dry.
I shook my head. “Pie?” I asked Lake.
She nodded. “Pie.”
Five minutes later, we had our pie, but this time, Keely didn’t disappear after delivering it. “Do I want to know what you two are up to?” she asked.
“No.”
“Probably not.”
Keely put a hand on her hip. “This about that Rabid?”
“Yup.”
“Sure is.”
Lake and I paused, meeting eyes and wondering how exactly it was that Keely had tricked an honest answer out of us. I, for one, hadn’t had any intention of telling her a thing.
Keely held up a hand. “You know what? I don’t want to know. Lake, you have company. Let me know if you need help disabusing him of any notions.”
I was still stuck on wondering how exactly Keely had pried the truth from our lips, when her words sunk in. Company? What kind of company?
And that’s when it washed over me: wolf. Foreign. Wrong.
I straightened in my seat, hackles raised. Lake didn’t adjust her posture at all, but underneath the table, I saw her hand move, and for the first time, I noticed that she’d brought Matilda with her this morning.
“Now, why do you have to go and reach for the gun?” the peripheral from yesterday asked her. He was tall and broad, and I deeply suspected that in wolf form, he’d be almost as large as Devon. “And here we’ve been getting along so well.”
Lake smiled, slow and sure, a look that meant she was getting ready to either flirt or attack. I braced myself for either or both.
“You’re just sour because I beat the tar out of you at pool.” Lake smiled, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and in a motion too quick for me to track, whipped out her shotgun, aiming it squarely at the foreign wolf’s nose.
“I thought you said it paid to have friends,” I reminded her.
Lake didn’t blink. “It does. If Tom and I weren’t friends, he might be trying to prove that he’s the stronger wolf, and I might be making the reverse argument with the help of my gun.”
He blinked twice and then laughed, but didn’t sound entirely comfortable. There was an edge in Lake’s voice, one that told him to take her threat seriously. He was male, he was bigger, and he was probably stronger—but she was armed.
I really hoped this wasn’t going to degenerate into a dominance squabble, though in retrospect, it was probably too much to hope that I’d left that behind.
As if sensing my thoughts, the foreign wolf turned his attention to me. “You’re Callum’s Bryn,” he said shortly.
I met his gaze. I refused to look away. I managed not to think about Sora. I managed not to think about the fact that if he wanted to, this man could squash me in a second.
“I used to be,” I replied.
“Hey, buddy. Eyes on me.” Lake was the protective type and the jealous type. I wasn’t sure which had her forcing the foreigner’s eyes back to hers. If he challenged anyone, her posture seemed to be saying, it would be her.
Personally, I wouldn’t have laid money on his odds.
“The alphas have been called,” he said after a long moment, never moving, never taking his gaze from hers. “Stands to reason some of them will be passing through on their way to Callum’s.”
Lake didn’t blink. She didn’t move. She also didn’t cock the trigger of her gun, and her “friend” took that as encouragement. “I thought you’d want to know.”
Lake didn’t reply, but after a long moment, she put down the gun, her suntanned face going ashen white.
“Why’s the Senate going to Ark Valley?” I asked, even though I deeply suspected we had the answer spread out on the table in front of us, marked with Xs and stars.
“Callum called ’em,” the Were replied, taking his eyes from Lake to look back at me.
I tossed my ponytail over my shoulder. I knew how to do this. If you needed answers, you had to stand your ground.
I could do this.
“And why did Callum call ’em?” I asked.
The Were shrugged. Keely took that moment to refill my coffee, and as her shoulder brushed the man’s, he shrugged again and started talking. “Who knows? With the old man, chances are as good as they aren’t that it’s for something that hasn’t even happened yet.”
The old man. Even among his own kind, Callum was older than most. Stronger, too. But the last part of that sentence …
“Why would he call a meeting about something that hasn’t happened yet?”