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He’s having to work to wrap his mind around these facts and I’m not shocked about that based on what I’ve seen from him so far. Greyson Blackwood isn’t the kind of alpha I’m accustomed to. He’s clearly driven by different factors than Wyatt’s motivations. Of course an alpha would leverage his pack members for certain tasks that would benefit the pack, but I suspect this man’s protectiveness would never see him assigning dangerous tasks to females.

I haven’t been raised around capable alphas. And my father didn’t hesitate to delegate, but I wasn’t close enough to see the inner workings and management of our pack until Wyatt took over and put me in the office doing his old job. My brother believes in delegation, in putting himself first, that everyone around him isn’t his to protect, they exist only to serve him.

“His omega sister,” Greyson surmises with a mutter and a shake of his head.

Am I omega? I guess he would know.

“Where is your pack based?” Greyson asks.

I pull in breath and hold onto it, puffing out my cheeks.

He takes my face into his hands. “Where?”

I exhale slowly as his eyes bore into mine.

“There are innocent people there who might get caught in the crossfire. Children. Old people.”

His jaw muscles flex. “We don’t harm the innocent.”

“They could be trying to hurt you because he tells them to. Not because they want to. Like me.”

“We’ll keep all of that in mind,” he says gently.

I chew my cheek. If it comes down to it, Wyatt will use them as shields.

“Now, babe. Answer me,” he demands, this time more firmly.

“Silver Hills.”

“Thought that’s what I heard on the phone. The only pack I know of out there is John Meadows’ pack, right?”

“My father. You knew him?”

“Met him once.”

My face goes even hotter. The look on his face says he didn’t think much of him.

“Your brother says Ty killed John Meadows?”

I nod. “According to Wyatt, yes, but we weren’t allowed to tell outsiders any of those details. We were told if approached byanyone outside the pack that we had to send them to Wyatt for answers to their questions.”

“When did your father die?”

“Eight and a half years ago. Wyatt says he wants this territory for our pack, for a legacy to honor Father who had always wanted it. Figures he’ll take control of your pack and make all your people bow to him while he takes it. To say my brother has delusions of grandeur is an understatement.”

“What ammo does he have?” Greyson asks. “More potions?”

“Possibly. The witch he kidnapped and got them from escaped, so I don’t know what he has left. He doesn’t trust anyone, so nobody really knows, except maybe Jimmy, his lead beta.”

“This Jimmy a good guy?”

“He’s my cousin, but he’s also Wyatt’s henchman, so no, not a good guy. He’s been delivering all the orders to me, checking up on me. He would’ve been looking for me after I shot Tyson. He said he’d wait at the motel for me, would have more masking agent for me to get out of town, but he might have gone back to report to Wyatt by now, or be waiting for Wyatt to come to the area. I don’t…” I swallow and shrug. “I just don’t know.”

“Right. I’m gonna talk to the boys really quick. We’ll clean this up afterwards.”

“I don’t mind cleaning up by myself,” I say and move toward the sink.

My knees wobble. I’m shaking.

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