“I didn’t recognize him.” Wynta shook her head no. “Though…” she sighed. “I did happen to come across an Alpha and his unit on the weekend, they scented me, I retreated to my hotel room. But that Alpha saw me leave, looked right at me as I got in the car to come home.”
That had him staring at her, “Why would you keep that to yourself?” he frowned at her.
“I don’t have to tell you anything about my life. They also didn’t follow.” She shrugged it off. The driver looked for that for me.”
“Did they threaten you at all?” he asked, because she was right, she wasn’t required to tell anyone anything about her life, including him or his father. But that, in itself, was a deadly game. That other Alpha could use a tech to track that number plate, find the driver and pull the information out of them. It’s what he would do if he was trying to track her.
“No, just… curious, I’m going to say.” She half muttered, and Jared saw his own father lean back in his chair, and look at her, as though he was really thinking.
“Wynta, do you know what your home pack scented of?” his father asked, “or were you ever told if you can’t smell it?”
“I was told,” she nodded, “and living in it, I could actually smell it, so I do know, though I am a very long way from there. Why Edward, do you ask?”
“Curiosity,” his father mused, although Jared didn’t think it was just that, he was trying to find out about her past, he thought.
“Do you know what ours is?” Jared asked now. “Can you discern Cedar Rapids pack members from others?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Though I have a question for you, Jared, you were looking right at that wolf last night. Did you pick up his pack scent?”
‘Yes, it’s not local,” he stated. “I didn’t recognize it, not an enemy or an ally either. It’s curious to me now.”
“Likely it was that Alpha, you saw down in Monterey, was it?” his father asked, and he saw Wynta half smile, she liked her little game of cat and mouse with his father. “That it was one of his men. They tracked the car company, and found the booking, tracked it to where it dropped you off.”
She frowned now, and he could see her brain ticking. “Do you know that Alpha and his unit Wynta?” Jared asked the only question he’d not asked.
She nodded. “I’ve seen him before, though no trouble came of that.” She shrugged it off as if it didn’t matter. “He also didn’t look mad when he looked at me as I got into that car, just… surprised I guess that he recognized me. Maybe surprised I was a rogue. I don’t know. I don’t go around talking to wolves from other packs.”
“How close does one have to get for you to know their wolfen?” he asked, now trying to discern just how close that Alpha and his unit had gotten to her.
“It wasn’t that I was so close I picked them up it was the way they talked.” She stated simply.
“So, you were close enough to hear them.” He frowned, that could be even worse.
“Mm, it was crowded though, and I was just dressed like everyone else jeans and a tee-shirt, sunglasses on. I blended in and had been up the street already. They were tracking the scent of a rogue, but I was weaving through the crowd at the same time.” She shrugged.
“What did they say?” his father asked.
“Do you smell that…” she answered, but then there was a slight pause before she continued on, and Jared knew she’d omitted something from that sentence; she was hiding something from them still.
“It was in the way it was said, that had me realize they were wolves,” Wynta went on, “and I hurriedly made my way back to the hotel and stayed there until it was time to check out.”
“So, an Alpha and his unit were right there in scenting range on a full moon.” His father frowned.
“Yes.” She nodded. “I didn’t scent anything.”
“Would you, being wolf-less?” Jared asked her simply. He didn’t know some could, and some were drawn in like a human was.
Some only felt the sparks on their skin.
She nodded. “I would,” she answered without much thought.
He watched his father lean forward now and stare right at her. “How would you know that unless you’ve done it before? So, you’ve had a mate before then, Wynta,” he asked, and Jared heard the almost eagerness to his own father’s words.
His eyes also lingered on Wynta now, as she stared at his father. He’d seen her bare neck last night. Hell, he’d had his mouth right on it. There was no marking scar on her. What he saw as he looked at her now, was a reaction to that very question, as small and fleeting as it was. There was a slight twitch to her lip and then a fleeting moment of annoyance that passed her eyes, before it was gone.
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