“Don’t tell me what to do…. You’re not my alpha, hell, you’re not even his beta.” The undercurrent of a snarl between them sizzles and I tense, waiting for it to get crazy in here. Surprised that Matteo is not his second in command and I rake my memories to find out who is. I swear to god it better not be Carmen, or I’m in trouble.
“
Ahora, ahora, que tenemos aqui
?” Another female voice floats in, soft, light, and strangely alluring, with a deep raspy undercurrent as three more wolves stroll in unannounced, and I recognize her as Meadow, one of the older femmes in her late twenties, mated to the one behind her, Cesar. Her brother is in tow, Jesus, and they stop to gaze over the little scene in hand.
“
Ahora Ninas, go sit down before I break a claw reminding you who is beta in this room when Colton is not here. Sit!” Her accent is heavy, and thick, clear she’s an incomer to Radstone and English is not her first language. It’s not uncommon for wolves with links elsewhere to sometimes bring in family pack from further away, to live with them, or find a mate, and I know Meadow’s been with us for a few years, maybe even as far back as the war. Her accent has never faded though.
Matteo and Carmen give one last snarl and separate, walking to the couches, chastised, and surprisingly not defying her. They’re followed by the twins, who avert eyes from their new member and instantly go into sulk mode, slumping together on one sofa and stare at me with lowered eyelids. No hint of warmth, which adds to my growing uneasiness as I sit stiffly where I was. Meadow strolls into the room fully, confidently, eyeing me up, unashamedly, and I get the sensation I’m being weighed up as prey.
She’s a sight to behold, at five feet eight, strong, graceful, and very Latino. Black hair, the most amazing pale blue eyes under sculpted black brows, and deeply tanned skin. She has full lips, catlike eyes with perfect make up, and an outfit of clingy denim with a blouse that shows off her ample cleavage.
She’s beautiful but has an aura of terrifying. She doesn’t stray out of the Santo side of the lands much, but it’s obvious that Matteo is not Colton’s second in command. Meadow is. I wouldn’t argue with her, her natural nails are long, sharp, and pointed, with a nice shellac of blood red, so I can’t imagine what her wolf claws would be like. She puts the fear in me with just her presence.
“Hi. I’m Cesar, this is Jesus…. and the infamous Meadow here.” Cesar nods at me, no hint of either dislike, or friendliness in his blank statement. He’s another tall stocky type and I’m starting to see a pattern with this pack. Best of the breed and all alarmingly alike, except Carmen, the only blonde among them. They’re all big, strong, and have lashings of both aggression and attitude, common among our strongest. I’m sure as a pack they have many a battle of wills and lots of spats.
“She knows who we are, don’t you,
Amiga
? She has Cole’s memories and I’m sure she knows how to access them.” Meadow strolls in front of me, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her eyes wandering over me as she takes me all in without caring how uncomfortable it’s making me. Devouring my appearance with a critical eye.
“I do” I answer sheepishly, aware another has entered the open door and praying that has to be all of them. This is getting crowded and I’m starting to feel like raw meat being lowered into a hungry lion’s den. I don’t even glance their way, as Meadow has a commanding quality that demands you give her our full attention.
“How, oh how, did the fates get this so wrong?” Jesus sneers at me, appearing beside her, not too dissimilar in looks to his sister, only masculine where she is feminine, and instantly shuts up when Meadow throws him a pointed glare with a subtle growl.
“The fates are never wrong! Don’t you know that?” She snaps, before taking a calming breath, lifting her hands, making motions in the air as though to accompany deep breaths. She smirks when she catches my eye and bends towards me, almost dropping her massive boobs from her low-cut top in my face. “I don’t know. I sense something in this one. You think,
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