Single Wolf Female

Chapter Ten

Two hours and one dinner later, I wasn’t convinced. Beau preached unity and working together to make life better for all shifters, but I was a skeptic. Why did a wolf pack need an Alliance? We were our own island. We banded together because we had each other. We looked out for each other. Between Jackson and I, there was nothing that our pack would need that we couldn’t provide.

To make matters worse, Jackson was clearly enthusiastic about joining the Alliance. He listened to all of Beau’s plans with interest, and even offered suggestions of his own that would help bring in more wolves and make them feel at ease.

So now I was being the downer and the party pooper. Figured.

Jackson had deferred to me, though. He’d told Bathsheba and Beau that we wouldn’t move forward with the Alliance unless we were both firmly on board. They’d been disappointed but understanding. I got the sense that Jackson was a bit disappointed, too, but he’d said nothing of the sort.

And now we were driving back to the Savage house, an uncomfortable silence in the truck as I drove. I glanced over at him. “You think I’m making a mistake, don’t you? Saying no to the Alliance?”

He regarded me. “I would never tell you that you’re making a mistake, Alice. The pack has been yours for a lot longer than it’s been mine. But I do think it’d be good for all of us.”

“Why? We don’t need outsiders.” It was what my father - and Cash - had firmly believed. I’d grown up with the knowledge that Savages took care of their own, and that was that.

“You needed me,” Jackson said easily.

I shot him an angry look, but he was gazing out the window of the passenger side of the truck. “That so?”

“Not saying it to start a fight, Alice,” Jackson said. “Just pointing it out.”

I glared out the window, my hands clenched tight on the steering wheel. I didn’t like being reminded that I’d been forced to crawl to an outsider for protection.

“My old pack,” Jackson began softly. “They died in a fire. Did Dan tell you that?”

I swallowed hard at the pain in his voice. “No. No one told me.”

“Yeah. My father’s the alpha of a pack in the northeast, so I couldn’t stay there. Didn’t want to challenge my dad for dominance and all, you know? So eventually an alpha has to move on. I went to the Carolinas and hooked up with the St. James pack. Three men, two women, and Dan was the youngest. They were kind of poor. Actually, ‘kind of’ is being nice about it. They all lived in this big ramshackle house that would have probably been condemned if anyone would have reported them to the city. It was falling down around their ears, but it was out in the country and they were happy. Even though I was only about twenty-four or so when I joined up with them, I was the alpha. The others were all older than me except for Dan, but I was the one with the best job. My dad had taught me to be a plumber, and that was fancy to them.” His mouth twisted a bit. “They were a bit of a mess, looking back, but the nicest people. I loved being there with them. I was there for five years.”

Two females. I wanted to ask if one of them had been his alpha female. If they’d been romantic together. If she was pretty.

“I mentioned the house was a mess, right? It was. Something was always going wrong with it - a circuit would short, or the air conditioner would break down, something would overheat, you name it. We joked that I was a great plumber but a piss-poor electrician, and that the next person let into the pack would have to know how to rig wiring to keep the old place going.” He chuckled, but the sound was pained.

I said nothing, a knot in my throat at the ache in his words. It reminded me of the losses I’d gone through. Of losing my father and mother, and then Cash just a few years later. Losing Carlos, my omega. Our little pack had been hit and hit again. I knew what it was like to grieve.

“Dan liked to run off in the middle of the night and change into his wolf. Just for fun, you know? Kid sneaking out and being a kid. He had a lot more energy than the rest of them, being a lot younger. I figured it out one night and thought I’d sneak up on him in the woods. Scare some sense into him. Which, it did, I suppose. But I also didn’t realize it’d save our lives. We got back to the house in the middle of the night only to see the entire thing had gone up in flames. Everyone inside was still asleep.”

I glanced over and watched him out of the corner of my eye. “I’m sorry.”

He ran a hand down his face. “They went peacefully. Or so I’m told. Fire department said the smoke inhalation probably got them before the flames did. And it was faulty wiring in the old house, so no one was to blame. But it left Dan an orphan and me without a pack. Or a home. And after that, we couldn’t stay there, so we left. Headed across the south. Been wandering for, what, ten, twelve months now.” He shrugged. “It’s lonely when you have no one. You don’t realize how dependent you are on having the support of a pack until you have no one. Then you realize just how alone you are. That’s why I want the Alliance for your pack - for our pack. So they never have to go through what Dan and I did. So they’re never alone, despite whatever comes their way. So they always have someone to fall back on.”

I said nothing. I could have argued that I’d always be there for them, but I thought Cash would always be there for me, and one twist of fate had robbed me of both brother and alpha. Life struck and you had to cope.

But leaning against others? Non-wolves? It went against everything I knew. “I…I’ll think about it.”

“I know, Alice. I’m not trying to pressure. I’m just trying to explain why I feel the way I do.”

I understood. I just had to figure out if it was best for the pack. If we joined the Alliance, other wolves might see us as weak. Needing support. I didn’t want that for my wolves. I wanted them to be strong and independent.

But when I pulled up into the driveway of the Savage house, all thoughts about independence and Alliances and anything else flew out of my mind. Trina was on the porch, her young face wet with tears.

“The baby’s gone,” she told me, and burst into sobs.

Fear seized me. My mind went blank, and then I started to shake. “What do you mean, the baby’s gone?”

“I mean he’s missing. I took a nap on the couch,” she said tearfully, “with him in his playpen and the next thing I knew, I woke up and he was gone.”

“Where are Spence and Len?” My voice was shaking. Baby Eddie was so little, so vulnerable. “They’re supposed to be here with you. Did they grab him?”

“They went to a concert. I’m not supposed to tell you.” She began to cry all over again.

Fury exploded behind my eyes. So Spence and Len had disobeyed me to go to a concert? And now the baby was gone?

Roscoe had taken him. I just knew it. He was going to use sweet, innocent baby Eddie as a bargaining chip. I was shaking, I was so furious. “Did you smell anyone else in the house?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Just me and the baby.”

“You need to go up to the panic room,” I told her, my voice hard. “Go up there and stay there until I give you the order to come out.”

“But—“

“Go!” I barked at her.

“Go on up, Trina,” Jackson soothed, and pulled the girl into a hug. “It’s okay. Alice and I are going to get the baby back, all right? Don’t you worry.”

For a wild, irrational moment, I was jealous of that hug and the way she collapsed against him. Then she nodded and raced into the house.

Jackson turned to me, and put his hands on my shoulders. “Calm down, Alice. It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m calm,” I said, though I couldn’t seem to stop shaking. Baby Eddie was with Roscoe. Vulnerable, sweet baby Eddie who didn’t have all his teeth and only gurgled and cooed. Who sprouted fur when he wanted to challenge someone and just as easily lifted his arms for a hug. Sweet, sweet baby Eddie was with that monster.

All because I’d wanted someone else to be alpha for my pack. It was my fault. If he was hurt, I’d never forgive myself.

“Alice,” Jackson said.

I barely heard him through the muddle of my own thoughts. What if Eddie had tried, in his baby way, to challenge Roscoe? What if he was crying and Roscoe tried to shut him up? Would he hurt the baby? Was Eddie scared? I—

“Alice,” Jackson said again, and his gaze caught mine. His eyes were greenish gold, his wolf rising to the front, and there was a challenge in his voice that made my wolf sit up and pay attention. I locked onto his gaze, felt his alpha begin to subvert mine. “It’s going to be okay,” he said again in a slow voice. “We’re going to take care of it, all right?”

“What do we do?” I whispered.

“If Roscoe has the baby, he’s going to want to trade him for one of the girls, or for you,” he said, echoing my own thoughts. Hearing it spoken aloud made me tremble with fury all over again. “We’re not going to let that happen,” he said calmly. “I promise. But I want you to go upstairs for now—“

My eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Go upstairs and guard Trina,” he told me. “We don’t know that he’s not coming back after her, and I want her to be safe. You have a gun, right?”

I did. I nodded.

“I’m going to make a few calls. We’ll bring in others and canvas the woods. We’ll find his trail and we’ll make him give the baby back. I promise.”

“But…who can we call?” I thought of the other packs in the area. The others weren’t close, and we didn’t talk with them much. Wolves didn’t like to mix with wolves that weren’t in their packs. It didn’t happen. Too many territory disputes. If you asked for help, you risked ceding territory because you clearly couldn’t protect it. “Who do we trust?”

“Do you trust me?” Jackson asked.

I blinked at him, then nodded. I did. Jackson wanted what was best for us.

He leaned in and gave me a fierce kiss. “Then go get the gun and guard Trina. I’m calling the Alliance.”

~~ * ~~

Within a half hour, the Savage house was crawling with wolves, were-cougars, and every other creature I could think of. The front yard had turned into a parking lot, full of cars parked haphazardly on the lawn, as more and more shifters arrived to hunt for the baby. I was shocked at how many had turned out, and my nostrils filled with the scents of were-bear, were-otter, and some I couldn’t even name.

Holly and Dan had returned home a short time later, exhausted from their run, only to panic when they realized what was going on. Holly now sat at my side as I clutched the gun, her eyes tearful. I knew she blamed herself for the missing baby. Dan had gone out with Jackson, spearheading search parties as they combed the woods, looking for the scent of a young child.

Other wolves had shown up, too. To my surprise, the Anderson pack leader - Connor Anderson - had arrived with the Alliance, along with his sister Gracie. I’d had no idea they were part of the Alliance, but Gracie assured me they liked it. She’d stayed with me while Connor joined the rest of the men. At first she’d been a little offended at the thought of all the women hanging back, but then she’d declared that she’d go all ‘she-wolf’ on Roscoe the moment she saw him, and seemed to like that thought very much.

Even Bathsheba had shown up with her husband, and they were busy making phone calls and organizing people from downstairs while I sat upstairs and hugged my girls close.

I…hadn’t handled this well. I’d wanted to be strong and bold and decisive in a crisis. Instead, I’d totally lost my shit. It was too close to home, too personal. I realized this, too. I wanted to be strong when it came to family matters, but the truth was, I had a hard time coping. Just like when I’d sent my pack away after Cash and Carlos died, when they’d needed me more than ever. I…wasn’t a good leader. I was good in the easy times, but when things got hard? I fell apart.

And I was incredibly grateful to have Jackson at my side. He’d taken over things with brutal efficiency, handing out baby clothes for the others to get the scent, warning the Alliance members about Roscoe and the possibility of a fight, and returning every so often to caress my cheek and reassure me that things would be fine.

He was a wonderful alpha.

And he’d been right about the Alliance, I realized. As more and more people showed up to help out or simply show support, I realized this was what Jackson wanted for us. When something went wrong, we weren’t alone. People pitched in to help. They were there for us, even if it was as simple as guarding the door or handing out drinks to those scouring the woods.

The Alliance wouldn’t be a bad thing after all.

While I mused on this, voices rose downstairs. They didn’t sound happy. I patted Holly on the knee. “Get in the safe room with Trina and don’t come out until I tell you it’s okay.”

She nodded and raced into the room. I flew down the stairs, heading toward the commotion. It seemed to be coming from the front of the house, so I headed there.

And stopped in surprise.

Connor Anderson and his sister Gracie stood in front of Roscoe, refusing to let him enter the house. Nearby, a few were-cougars were giving him ugly looks. All were arguing.

The baby was nowhere to be seen.

I stormed forward, pushing my way through the crowd. “Where’s Eddie, you son of a bitch?”

He sidestepped me when my hands reached for his shirt, moving behind Connor. “I came to help you look, you dumbass.”

That made me stop short. I looked over at Connor, the Anderson alpha.

He shrugged. “That’s what he told me.”

I narrowed my eyes at Roscoe. It didn’t make sense. “You…didn’t steal the baby?”

He gave me a disgusted look. “Why would I hurt a kid? That ain’t what an alpha does.”

None of this made any sense to me. “I thought…I thought you took him to force an exchange.”

“Fucking hell, woman. I want a pack, not jail time.”

My hands lowered. I seemed to be having trouble grasping that my most hated enemy - the man that had harassed me since Cash had died - had shown up to assist in the manhunt. “Why….why would you come help out?”

“Cause he’s a kid and he’s a wolf? That’s what we do.”

Why was I now feeling like the asshole in this? “I don’t think I want you here. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about what you did to me.”

Connor eyed my bruised face, his arms crossing over his chest. He looked over at Roscoe. “That you?”

For once, Roscoe’s hard face looked a bit ashamed. “I was pissed off. Got carried away. I almost had the pack in my hand and she had to go and get herself another alpha.”

“I’ll show you carried away,” Gracie said, and smacked a fist into her open palm threateningly. “Beating up on girls? You wanna try beating up on me? I’ll kick your ass into next week—“

“Gracie,” Connor said, holding up a warning hand to his sister. “If you’re just looking for a pack, you’re welcome in mine.”

“He is?” both Gracie and I echoed.

“He is,” Connor said grimly. “I’m used to putting assholes in their place. He’d just be one more in need of a lesson. But you’d have to show throat.”

Roscoe’s face hardened into a sneer. “I’m an alpha, boy.”

“So am I.” Connor didn’t back down. “But if you want to be part of my pack, you need to show throat and accept that not everyone gets to be alpha.”

“And if I don’t like it?”

“Then you can get out of our territory.”

“I ain’t in your territory right now,” Roscoe said.

“You need to get out of mine, too,” I told him. “And you’re not invited to this pack. At all.”

He glared at us, but Connor didn’t budge and neither did I. At my side, Gracie continued to smack her fist into her palm, clearly itching for a fight.

After a moment, Roscoe dropped his eyes. “I’ll head out once the kid’s found. I still want to help. Ain’t right that the kid’s lost and we’re busy having a pissing war.”

“Agreed,” Connor said, glancing over at me for my verdict.

“Fine with me,” I said. “But I don’t ever want to see you here again. Or next time, I won’t tell Jackson to back off.”

He said nothing, simply stalked away.

I exhaled a breath - one I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My hands trembled, so I put them on my hips and tried to seem all casual. Roscoe was leaving. He didn’t have the baby and I still didn’t know where poor Eddie was, but Roscoe would be gone and out of my hair soon. Thank god. I looked over at Connor. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he said easily. “Just took a few alphas giving him hell to make him realize his place. He’s not as alpha as he thinks he is.”

“Maybe not,” I began, then cocked my head. I could have sworn I’d heard my name outside, in the distance.

The house grew silent.

“Alice!”

There it was again, but this time coming from the back of the house. I headed to the kitchen and passed by Bathsheba, who was still making calls, her cellphone at her ear. The back screen door slammed behind me, and I strode through the tall grass, listening for my name again.

“Alice,” the voice called again, and I began to run toward it, toward the edge of the property. That was Jackson’s voice.

I ran toward him, and began to laugh with delight, giddy relief surging through me.

Jackson strode through the edge of the woods, heading back to the house. Two were-cougars walked beside him, and his arms were full of wiggling, squirming, muddy wolf puppy. He held up the puppy with a relieved grin of his own, a smear of mud on his face.

I launched myself at him, pushing past the others. “Is that—“

“It is,” he said, and held the puppy out to me.

I pulled the cub into my arms and inhaled. Sure enough, the puppy smell of wolf was mixed with Eddie’s familiar baby scent. My little guy had figured out how to turn wolf before he’d even figured out how to walk. Figured. I laughed, and my laughter turned into sobs as I pressed frantic, relieved kisses onto his ruff.

Baby Eddie was home. The pack was whole and safe. I continued to kiss my squirming bundle, ignoring the puppy tongue that tried to lick my face and the happy, relieved conversations of the other shifters around me. Someone pulled out a walkie-talkie and began to murmur into it, but I was oblivious. I just needed to get Eddie inside and to the others so they could see he was okay.

I cast a grateful look at Jackson over my shoulder. He was the best, but then, he knew that.