The Burning Claw
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“At least give her a chance to learn. Maybe he just needs time with her. Maybe her presence will begin to fight the darkness in him and he’ll get better. They deserve a chance.” She reached for Thia as he processed her words.
“Fine,” he said through clenched teeth. He was frustrated over the decision. Neither he nor his wolf liked it when choices weren’t simply black or white. “I’ll give them some time. But we are going to have to be very careful with Drake. And Bethany is going to need some guidance, other than what her mate can tell her.”
“No worries, I got this,” she said as she grinned at Thia, causing the girl to giggle.
“How are you going to do that while looking for one of your best friends and worrying about the other?” His head tilted slightly as he folded his arms in front of him.
Jen started for the door as she answered. “How is it that you keep forgetting how awesome I am? If you look up awesome in the dictionary, my face is right there. Don’t doubt my mad skills, Dec. I can worry about Jacque, search for Sally, make time for Thia, and help Bethany step into the present day. No problem.”
“What about me?” he asked as he started to follow her.
She chuckled. “Take a picture, no wait, maybe a video. Then just look at them when you miss me. But please try not to attempt to feel up the screen when you’re watching the video.”
He growled at her and smacked her on the rear. “You’re twisted.”
“And oh how you like it. Now come on. Gavril is going to play with Thia since Rachel is sort of tied up in keeping wolf-man and Red alive. Let’s take a run and head to the Romanian pack mansion. We can drop in and see history boy while we’re there.”
“Does Wadim know we’re coming to see him?” Decebel asked her.
“Depends on your definition of know,” she answered with humor lacing her voice.
“Jennifer,” he warned. “How many definitions can there be?”
“You’d be surprised.”
Decebel ran a hand through his hair and then pinched the bridge of his nose. His mate could take him on a verbal roller coaster ride if he continued to ask her questions she didn’t want to answer. Some days he loved it. It was kind of a hunt of sorts, which his wolf loved, of course, But other days it was as frustrating as her disregard for the need of clothing in all situations outside of their bedroom. Okay, so maybe the clothing thing was actually a lot more frustrating.
“You go on ahead. I need to speak with Costin,” Decebel said and he felt his wolf tense inside of him.
Jen stopped and turned fully toward her mate. Her eyes, which held so much emotion, were wide and staring at him. “Is he okay? Has he gotten worse?”
“He’s,” Decebel began and then stopped, gritting his teeth against the darkness he was feeling in the pack bonds, specifically emanating from Costin. “He’s the one we need to worry about.”
Jen sucked in a breath. “Even more than Drake?”
“Way more than Drake,” he confirmed.
Jen walked over to Decebel and wrapped her free arm around him. She squeezed and held him. Decebel loved these moments because with his mate they were few and far between.
“Be gentle, he’s hurting,” she pleaded.
“A feral wolf doesn’t need gentleness, baby, he needs control. I am the Alpha and the only one who will be able to control him if he loses it completely.”
“It’s totally inappropriate, but I feel like there should be some music with the whole dun, dun, duuuuuuuun sound and then some deep voice that says ‘will our hero succumb to the dark side or will he fight for all of mankind.’”
“He’s not fighting for all mankind, just himself and his mate,” Decebel pointed out.
Jen huffed. “That’s not the point. It’s a funny, haha, referencing all those superhero cartoons and the voi—” Her words broke off as she noticed Decebel wasn’t really paying attention. “Oh, forget it. Don’t get blood all over his suite, Sally would be as angry as a tom cat that wakes up and realizes he’s only half the tom he used to be. Oh my gravy, I am on fire.” She held up her hand. “But totally inappropriate. See you in a few.” She reached up on her toes, gave him a quick kiss and then scurried out of the room.
Decebel walked toward the door as slowly as possible. Possibly, if he walked slowly enough, someone would find Sally before he made it to Costin’s room. Then everything would be fine and the coming conversation would be entirely unnecessary. He knew why he was walking slow. He was dreading having to see his friend in such a state over something he, his Alpha, couldn’t fix. Not to mention, he was likely going to have to issue Alpha commands to an old friend. He hated having to do that.
When his brain finally got his feet to move, he let his wolf out just enough for his eyes to change and placed his emotions toward his friend aside. Now he was acting on the instinct of the animal but with the words of the man. The animal was on his way to deal with a pack member that needed discipline. The man was going to deal with his friend. Two different beings, two different motivations, working in tandem. It was very hard to explain, but Decebel understood it and his wolf understood it and that’s all that mattered.
When he reached the door to Costin and Sally’s suite, he lifted his head and scented the air. The smell of pain, anger, confusion, and something else that he couldn’t place were all seeping through the cracks in the door frame. When he pulled the door open the smells hit him full on. Decebel ignored the odor and focused on his friend who was sitting in the floor doing a puzzle with Titus.
“You didn’t knock,” Costin growled without looking up.
Wrong move, Beta, Decebel thought. “I am Alpha. I don’t have to knock. You are my friend, but you are also my Beta, and that means you will look at me when you address me.” Decebel’s growled words held his power in them, the force of his will. Costin had no choice but to raise his head. Decebel thought he’d see anger, pain, or the other things he could smell, but instead the hazel eyes of his Beta met his with complete submission. This at least meant that the man was still in control. His head tilted enough that his neck was vulnerable and his stare had shifted to something over Decebel’s shoulder. No eye contact, no challenge. Good.
“How is your son?” Decebel demanded, glancing at Titus. He looked back to Costin and an unspoken question hung in the air. Are you a danger to him?