Silence of the Wolf

Chapter 22

Much later that night, Elizabeth helped Tom make up the foldout sofa bed for CJ to sleep on after they’d fed him and were ready to retire. “Maybe he should sleep in the bedroom,” Elizabeth said. “If this bed is too lumpy, maybe he’d be more comfortable on the other.”

“He’ll live,” Tom said, trying to sound gruff and mean, like his cousin was still on his bad side, but she knew it wasn’t so.

Tom had tried to find a reason to acquit his cousin of any wrongdoing, and she guessed CJ had been a good friend growing up. Finding friends like that was difficult, and she didn’t want Tom to lose him.

She plumped a pillow and set it on the sofa bed. “His leg will most likely keep him awake most of the night. If he could sleep—”

“In here.” Tom put another log on the fire.

CJ grinned. “You can’t put on the tough-guy show for her, Tom, and not tell her your reasons.”

Elizabeth raised her brows at Tom. “What is he talking about?”

Tom took her shoulders and rubbed them, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. “He’ll stay in here on the lumpy mattress and the squeaky frame because the fire will keep him warm. We can’t bury him in blankets in the other room when he doesn’t have a more protective cast on his leg. Any pressure on that makeshift splint would really hurt. He wouldn’t be able to sleep in the bedroom because it would be too cold without covering up.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place?” She threw another pillow on the couch and straightened the blankets again.

“Because I was trying to act like a tough guy for you, Elizabeth. I knew it wouldn’t work on CJ. He knows me too well.”

She shook her head. “Maybe the two of you should sleep in here together.”

CJ chuckled. “You’ve got a winner, Tom. I envy you.”

Tom helped CJ onto the sofa bed, and Elizabeth covered him up, except for his leg. “Let me get some socks for your feet,” she said.

She hurried out of the room and was grabbing a couple of socks when she heard CJ say, “You’re damn lucky to have her.”

“Thanks for saving her when she was a girl.”

“Yeah, well, I wish I’d killed the man who was trying to hurt her.”

Elizabeth wished he had, too. She went back into the living room with the socks. One was black and the other navy blue. “Hope you don’t mind that they don’t match. I guess the washing machine ate the matching ones. These were all I could find.”

Tom snatched them out of her hand, startling her. “I’ll dress him. You can get ready for bed, and I’ll join you in a minute.”

Elizabeth frowned at Tom, annoyed that he’d worry about her being with his cousin. She said to CJ, “Sleep well.”

She turned and headed for the bedroom and just barely caught herself before she slammed the door. When she leaned against the door to listen to what was being said, she overheard CJ and Tom reminiscing about funny mishaps, fishing trips, hunting as wolves, and mischief when they were young. Their conversation brought tears to her eyes. She would have given anything to have had family like Tom had. She got the feeling CJ was still hiding something, though, and only hoped his brothers would see the light before they permanently ruined any chance to be part of the pack again.

Unless they already had.

Tom sat on the edge of the sofa bed and pulled the remaining sock over CJ’s right foot. He was trying really hard not to hurt his cousin’s leg, but CJ let out a strangled sound that revealed he was in pain no matter how careful Tom was. He re-situated the blankets again to ensure everything was covered except his cousin’s splinted leg.

“Remember the time we fished and you caught Eric?” CJ asked.

Tom smiled. “Yeah. He was madder than a stirred-up yellow jacket. My dad pulled the fishing hook out of his back, telling him he was one mighty fine catch and making your brother even angrier.”

“Until the she-wolf felt sorry for him, and then he made out like it wasn’t any big deal. Whatever happened to her?”

“Parents moved away two months later.”

CJ nodded. “Remember when you and I took on your brothers and mine? I don’t even remember what it was about, do you?”

Tom snorted. “Hell, yeah. They were picking on us because we were the ‘babies’ of the family. We gave ’em hell. Proved we weren’t at the bottom of the heap.”

“What were we? Five?”

Tom chuckled. “Yeah. We were scrappers even back then.” He sighed. “I want you back in the pack, CJ. But you know it’s not up to me.”

“It’s up to Darien. I know. Thanks for saving me out there. You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Tom,” CJ said, his eyes drooping a little, “watch out for her. I’m not sure that North is the one you have to worry about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think… he might be the fall guy.”

Elizabeth wished Tom would leave his cousin and hurry to bed. She needed his hot body to warm her up. The sheets were flannel, thank heavens, but she still needed to snuggle with him.

The door opened, and she watched as he closed it behind him and stalked toward the bed.

“Is he okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, Elizabeth, he’ll be okay. Soon as we get his leg seen to in town.” Tom slipped out of his clothes, pulled the covers aside, and joined her.

She sighed. “Silva’s still planning her grand opening?”

“In a few days. She’ll be thrilled if you can go to it,” Tom said.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, now that I’m here again. How’s Sam taking it?”

“Not well. He pretends it doesn’t bother him. Three she-wolves applied for Silva’s job, but he—”

“Turned them down because they’re not Silva,” Elizabeth finished for him.

“Yeah. Truthfully, I think he’d do it all himself rather than have anyone take her place.”

She yawned. “Why don’t they just mate?”

“They both have issues.”

“Don’t we all,” Elizabeth mused as she stroked Tom’s arm.

“Not me.”

She looked at him askance.

“Not since you came back to me.”

“Under duress, I might add. You have no deep, dark secrets? No crazy past?”

“I ran away from the pack once.”

“You? Who is loyal to the core to your family?”

“I was four. I was going to start my own pack. I was mad at Darien and Jake for ganging up on me since I was the youngest—by only a few minutes. But it was enough.”

She laughed. “So you and who else intended to form a pack?”

“CJ and me. He had the same trouble with his brothers. If you’d been there, I would have been set for life.”

She smiled. “At four years old.”

“Yeah. I finally realized running away wasn’t the solution. Standing up to them was all they wanted of me.” He caressed her cheek. “Some in our family, Darien and Jake included, were dream mated. I always thought I would be, while neither Darien nor Jake believed in such a phenomenon.”

“Dream mated? That’s what Silva mentioned in the tavern. I’d forgotten about it, but I’ve never heard of it before.”

“They dreamed of having mated with their women before they even met them. And Lelandi and Alicia dreamed of Darien and Jake in the same way.”

“That didn’t happen with you, did it?”

Tom kissed her cheek. “I found you—a dream in the flesh. I didn’t need to fantasize about you.”

“Hmm, maybe if I’d been gone longer…”

“You wouldn’t have been. I already told you. I was coming for you as soon as I took care of business here.” He pulled her into his hard embrace and held her tight. “CJ thinks North might be the fall guy.”

“Great. Which means…?”

“Maybe your uncle or half brother planned to get rid of you and pin the blame on him. Maybe he was set up to get in touch with you in the first place.”

“Like they made the evidence available to him to lure me here.” Great. She loved being her uncle’s pawn. Not.

Early the next morning before Tom or Elizabeth had awakened enough to realize the sun would soon rise, someone banged on the front door, giving Tom a near heart attack. He yanked on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, grabbed the rifle, and hurried for the bedroom door, hoping to hell it was someone from their pack and not the rest of his cousins, if they meant to cause trouble.

Elizabeth whispered, “Not CJ’s brothers.”

“I don’t know. Stay here.”

He entered the living room and crossed the floor to the front door.

CJ had raised his head off the sofa bed, looking anxious.

“Just stay there and don’t move,” Tom warned him. Not that CJ would, being handcuffed to the sofa leg and at a distinct disadvantage with his broken leg.

Tom looked out the peephole first and grinned to see Kemp and Radcliff standing on the porch, stomping on the snow and rubbing their gloved hands.

“Just a minute!” To Elizabeth, Tom hollered over his shoulder, “Ski patrol’s here!”