then they would fight, the pack possibly breaking apart. But Rey lived in the now and on this topic, Edon joined him.
“We have imprinted on her.”
Rey snorted in disbelief. Imprinted on her? That human ? He knew to have cubs required a human female but he’d always assumed she’d be an asset to the pack and he’d feel nothing for her. She’d stay in the den and he’d mate with her when the curse came. When it passed, he’d return to rutting with werewolf females. The human would be nothing more than a source of cubs for the pack. It was the way his father had been with his mother and after she died it had been the way he’d been with his next human mate. Rey had only loved one human female, his mother Elise, and that was the end of it.
“Her name is Cass Green and we have imprinted on her,” Edon said, ignoring Rey’s snort. “She refuses to return to Hinton so I have sent her to the den with Nia.”
Rey rolled his eyes at this. Refused? No one refused Rey’s commands, especially not a weak human.
“We can fight to the death and the survivor claims her or…”
Rey waited, feeling his ear twitch.
“… we can let her choose. The one not chosen leaves, taking five females with him.”
Rey didn’t snort this time. It wasn’t common for packs to split but it did happen from time to time. Around the time they had first started the Arctos pack, the Turek pack nearby had split in two, the twin brothers Eos and Trammel taking half the pack and half the territory each. They were both killed and their packs obliterated within a year by the Utson pack but Rey considered that was because they were weak, not because the idea of splitting was itself flawed.
“What do you think?”
Rey made a noise that was neither yes or no. Edon with all his ideas hadn’t come across the simplest one: kill the girl and let things go back to the way they were. Even if they had imprinted on her when they were younger, surely it was weak and would disappear if she were dead.
Rey stood up and walked down the hill, heading to the den.
“Consider it Rey. We can let her choose.”
Let her choose. Rey knew Edon would be upset once the girl was dead but was sure he’d calm down eventually. He wasn’t thinking straight. He’d tear her throat out and then it would be done.
*
As Cass rode the brown wolf, her face pressed against its fur, she felt that same strange serenity from the deep past come over her. It was a welcome change from the terror - and lust - of the last half hour. She’d pushed the blur of it all out of her mind and tried to think calmly about what she’d done - what she was doing .
Well, I’m riding a brown wolf into a werewolf den she thought.
Nia, she reminded herself. Underneath this fur was a woman. Although Cass had studied, obsessed, read about and generally absorbed every piece of information about werewolves she could find there was a big difference between reading about something and seeing it. Like being told about kissing and then having a first kiss.
Cass pushed away that thought as a sudden image of her kissing Rey came unbidden into her mind. She’d kiss him and then turn to kiss-
“Stop it,” she muttered to herself.
Nia stopped, turned her head and looked at her quizzically.
“Not you. Sorry, talking to myself.”
Nia made a snuffling huff noise that sounded like she was laughing and started walking again.
Cass turned around but Edon was nowhere in sight. And Rey had snarled at her before disappearing. She was alone in the forest on the back of a brown werewolf.
Not alone. There is a person under there.
Cass felt herself relaxing against Nia and found she didn’t have to hold on. The werewolf was broad and moved with ease over the varied terrain, never jolting her passenger.
As Cass sighed and her muscles unwound another thought rose up. What had Edon said? He and Rey were the Alphas of Arctos pack?
Alphas. Plural. Not singular.
It was rare for a pack to have two Alphas.