The Alpha Dire Wolf

Walter Mayhew’s smile became so big it was like turning on a high beam. “Of course you may. My firm, and me specifically, I might add, was in charge of your grandmother’s estate. What is nowyour estate. All of it.” He cocked his head sideways. “Assuming youare the Sylvie Anne Wilson, granddaughter of Helen Wilson,…

“Okay. Thank you, Walter,” I said, making it clear I didn’t want him to stick around. I needed to be alone for some time. Learning that my grandmother didn’t trust me enough to tell me what was going on had cut open a new hole, showing me a new type of pain. I’d never thought…

Sylvie’s head tilted back, her eyes widening in shock and anticipation. She was caught, and she knew it. I had her now. Lights lit up the driveway and, a second later, tires crunched over the gravel as a car pulled in. The spell broken, Sylvie stiffened and pulled away nervously. “Are you expecting company?” I…

But Caidyn was no wimp, and he could look Lincoln square in the eye with ease. Unafraid, his lips pulled back in challenge before looking past Lincoln at me. “What the fuck is this, huh? What the hell are you doing with another man?” The shock of Caidyn trying to force his away inside had…

Lincoln nodded. “Just what are you trying to say with that?” I demanded. “Is this some sort of insinuation that I’m a bad kisser? That I didn’t somehow kissyou properly, and only you can do it right?” His eyes twinkled wickedly in the overhead light. “No to the first,” he rumbled. “A partial yes to…

“Why should I?” I challenged, harnessing that frustration and using it. “I don’t know you. You don’t know me. Other than your name, all I know about you is you’ve spied on me at my grandmother’s funeral, stalked me in the forest, and now you’re here, committing a little breaking and entering. Why, I should…

The slow draw of air through her nose was all I needed to confirm that Sylvie was all but grinding her teeth in mild irritation. I didn’t say anything more. Instead, I just waited to hear her response. “Is something wrong?” she asked. Somehow she refrained from adding the word “else” to her question. That…

She just laughed again as I sauntered off to find the candles for our date-not-date. They were right where Sylvie had said, and in no time, I had them set out in some lovely crystal holders, two little flames flickering softly. “It’s my turn now, you know,” I said, returning to the kitchen to help…

I held my tongue, despite the withering retort longing to be let out. Cutting the elders out of this meeting entirely was not possible. They held too much sway and commanded too much respect from the rest of the pack. “Communing with the forest” was a load of bullshit, though. The forest was alive in…

Finding my destination turned out to be far easier than I thought. I was prepared to search through back lots, upper floor offices or perhaps a poorly marked ground floor of someone’s house to find it. Instead, the New Lockwood Historical Society building all but reached out and slapped me across the face. Occupying one…