Page 7 of Broken Wolf Heart
“She smelled like a wolf,” he says to me. It’s a question and a statement.
The others turn to look at me again, questions brimming in their expressions.
“I think my father gave her something to trigger her wolf,” I say.
“Wait. She’s going to shift?” Dutch asks. “When?”
“Probably today,” Crow says quietly. “If her scent was any indication.”
I nod, hating that Lexi’s going through her first shift alone. “If not today, then soon.”
“And you let them take her,” Mia says, eyes wide as she looks angry all over again.
“Mia,” I warn.
She shakes her head, muttering things to herself.
“She shouldn’t be alone for it,” Razor says. There’s no accusation in his voice. Not for me anyway. “Your dad’s a bastard for doing it this way.”
“He’s a bastard for a lot of things,” I say wearily.
“But they’ll sense her wolf on her,” Dutch adds. He looks at me. “When they gather to decide, they’ll know she’s a wolf. That’s something at least. Besides, she’s safer as a leader of her own pack than she is as one of us.”
“Dutch is right,” Crow says, and then to me, “You know your old man’s going to come for us when they realize you’re an alpha now.”
“Not just yours,” Dutch mutters.
“Shit,” Razor says. “I didn’t even think of that.” He exchanges a worried look with his half-brother. “Maybe we should have waited.”
Crow looks away guiltily, and that’s the thing that has my worry spiking.
“Waited for what?” Mia demands, clearly reading the same look I did.
“What did you do?” Dutch asks.
“We, uh, might have done something stupid last night too,” Razor admits.
“The list of possibilities is endless. Can you be more specific?” Mia prompts.
Razor straightens like he’s bracing for her wrath, but it’s me he looks at as he says, “We freed Ramsey last night.”
There’s a full beat of silence while we all absorb those words.
Mia breaks it by screeching, “You what?”
Dutch snorts at that.
Razor’s jaw tightens.
Crow is categorically silent.
Razor says, “Ramsey knew things, things about Lexi and her involvement with Franco. Her deal to spy for him.” He glances at me stoically. “I didn’t think you’d want that kind of information being shared with your old man.”
I sigh. He’s not wrong. And even though I want to bust his balls for doing it on his own rather than asking us to back him up, I can’t say shit. I did the same thing.
Then again, our first night as a pack doesn’t exactly scream “unity.”
“Where did you take him?” Mia asks, her voice low and contained—like she hasn’t yet decided how pissed to be over this.
