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Chapter 66 – The Alpha Dire Wolf

“Your people,” she murmured. “You are their leader. You.”

“I’ll take that as surprise, not disbelief in my abilities. But yes, I am the alpha. This is my pack’s den.”

She glanced around and then started us moving again, following my pointing hand. “I was expecting a cave.”

“Surprised again?”

“Alpha of the …” Sylvie sat up straight in the seat. “Are you the forest people? Are your people the forest, uh, people?”

“Where did you hear that term?” I tried not to frown. We had worked hard to remove such mentions and interactions with the townsfolk over the decades. My father had spent years training us not to be spotted by hikers and hunters alike. To drop mention of us from their society. Had he failed?

“The history books,” she said.

I grimaced. There was no editing those out. It would just take time.

“The ones where, a hundred and fifty years ago, yourpeople attacked the town.”

“Park there, behind the black truck,” I said, pointing at my cabin.

She complied. “So you don’t deny the attack?”

I snorted. “I deny the accuracy of the apparent retelling of events. There was a fight, yes, but that’s not what occurred.”

“Then what did happen?” she pressed, shutting the car off and following me to the front door.

“That is more complex to answer,” I said, trying to think of a way to shrug her off.

Sylvie had already dealt with a great many revelations the past day or two. She’d barely survived an attack, and was now about to be exposed to my world in its full glory. Explaining to her about the evil that was the Chained could wait another day. After the storm, she needed to unwind.

I would tell her. Just not yet.

“I would think we have time for you to answer. We’re kind of trapped by the storm, no?” She glanced around the modestly furnished and sized cabin. “Nice place. You have good taste.”

“My friend’s mate helped me decorate,” I said. “I like it, but I cannot take any credit.”

“She has good taste, this … what did you call her, mate?”

“We are wolves, Sylvie,” I explained at her questioning glance. “We take a mate.”

“So you get married under a different word.” She shrugged it off.

I shook my head. “No. Marriage is a uniting of people who believe they can coexist forever. They choose it.”

“You all live in arranged unions?” She shook her head. “That’s awful.”

“We take our mate, once fate shows them to us,” I corrected gently. “We don’t choose because fate chooses for us. Literally. When two wolves bond, it is for life. Always.”

“So is marriage,” she said defensively.

“Mates don’t get divorced. We don’t want to. A mate is quite literally the other half of a wolf shifter’s soul. It’s part of what makes us … us.”

“I see.” She looked away, twisting one hand with the other.

“Listen,” I said, bulling my way through the awkward silence with a solution to her discomfort. “Make yourself at home, okay? But stay here. Don’t go exploring.”

Something in my tone must have alerted her. “You’re leaving?”

“I must,” I said, not bothering to hide my unhappiness at leaving her. “Your presence is going to generate some concern. I need to set things up to head that off.”

Sylvie walked near to a window, peering out it at the den. “Am I welcome here at all, Linc?”

“You will be,” I promised with a growl. “Just give me time, okay? I’m springing this on my people, not all of whom likehaving outsiders around. We’re a pretty private bunch, for a good reason, as you now know.”

“Yes.” She licked her lips. “Am Isafe here?”

“I will keep you safe,” I vowed. “But it would be better if you stayed here.”

“You’re making me feel uneasy about being left alone.”

“There’s lots of unease going around. The storm will have many on edge. I promise. You’ll be okay if you stay here until I get back. Okay?”

Sylvie sighed and then nodded reluctantly. “I’ll wait.”

“Thank you,” I said, relieved and not hiding it. I stifled an urge to hug her. After the talk of mates, and the things I had said to her, she would be … wary. I could not afford to fight a battle on two fronts by making her angry at me.

Dealing with certain elements within my pack was going to be hard enough.

Lincoln

I could hear shouting as we approached the meeting grounds. The amphitheater would be filled to the brim by now. Word of Sylvie’s presence had spread far and wide, as I knew it would. Which is precisely why I had helped speed it along.

I just hope my preparations haven’t been in vain.

“I’m not so sure I should go in there,” Sylvie said from at my side.

We walked next to one another but apart. I thought it best not to draw extra attention to our closeness at a time like this. She agreed, though whether it was purely that or the desire to create some extra distance, I wasn’t completely certain.

Raised voices echoed out into the street, the words indecipherable but the emotions plain. They were arguing intensely. I doubted anyone would be willing to make a bet over what. The answer could only be Sylvie.

“Lincoln.”

I looked at her, giving her my undivided attention.


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