Page 18 of Grace of a Wolf 2
"How do your wolves stand this?"
Marsh glances at me from behind the wheel, his expression placid. "Stand what, High Alpha?"
"This." I gesture at the subdivision sprawling around us. "Boxed in like sheep. No room to breathe."
A yard the size of a postage stamp comes into view, a plastic swing set crammed into one corner. The thought of a pup confined to such a space makes Fenris bristle.
"We're used to it." Marsh shrugs, turning down another identical street. "Most of us were born here."
"That's worse."
Fenris growls agreement in my head.
"Why live among humans like this? Most packs claim territory where their wolves can run free."
Marsh's fingers tap against the steering wheel. "Numbers, mostly. Our pack isn't large enough to maintain extensive territory. The subdivision houses all of us. Seventy-four wolves total."
Seventy-four. Hardly enough for a functional pack hierarchy. My pack numbers over a thousand.
"And the humans don't care?"
"We've adapted." Marsh's voice carries a hint of pride. "Integration gives us options our ancestors never had. Jobs. Education. Resources. The humans think we're just another community association with strict property rules."
The car slows as we pass a human woman pushing a stroller. She waves, and Marsh returns the gesture with practiced ease.
"And if one of you shifts accidentally?"
"Hasn't happened in fifteen years. Our control is exceptional."
I observe his profile. Though young—perhaps twenty-five at most—he carries himself with the confidence of someone comfortable in his environment. No strain of keeping his wolf leashed. No yearning for wilderness.
"Is that why your pack uses these unusual titles? Deputy Marshal?"
Marsh's eyebrows lift. "Oh, Deputy Marshal?" A smile touches the corner of his mouth. "It's because we've taken on as law enforcement around here. We keep it clean."
"Law enforcement." The concept is strange. Wolves policing humans while suppressing their nature.
"Sheriff Halloway—Alpha Ian—was elected ten years ago. Most of our enforcers work for the department now."
We turn onto a wider street, the houses growing larger but no less uniform. There's no presence outside. No children in the yards. No one walking in the streets. It's too silent, too devoid of life.
Aren't they preparing a banquet?
"And the humans trust you to police them?"
"Our presence has benefits for everybody. Crime rates are the lowest in the state."
I can imagine. Few criminals would survive crossing paths with even the weakest of their bunch.
"What happens to those who break your laws?"
Something shifts in his scent. "Justice."
Opening the pack link to my beta, I ask,What is the situation with Fiddleback?
Jack-Eye's thoughts reach back at once.Surprisingly luxurious for such a rural pack. Humans would love to live here. Thom's impressed.
And the pack?
