Pride's Pursuit (a Wolf's Pride novel, book three)

by Kalen, Cat

  Knowing Gem is safe, and Logan and Stone have things under control, I duck behind a bush and consider the angle of the shot. I quickly shift back to human, grab my gun off the pile of clothes I discarded earlier and shoot for a tree on the south side of the mountain.That’s when I see the PTF Officer turn in the direction of my bullet. That moment of inattention is all I need. I rush toward the metal fence, shifting back to wolf as I jump it, and using my exceptional speed I rush up the mountain and pounce.

  The PTF officer lands with a hard thud, and frantically yells for backup as he grips my ruff and tries to wrestle me off.But I’m too strong. I know it, and from the horrified look in his eyes, he knows it too.

  I snarl at him, and his face goes pale. Then, with every intention of debilitating him, I clamp my jowls around his neck and puncture his skin. Since my goal is to slow him down, not kill him—I still hold out hope that I can provewe’re not all monsters—I purposely miss his jugular.

  When fresh blood saturates the air, I life my muzzle and howl at the black sky. Knowing this man no longer poses an immediate threat to those I call family, I climb off his body and leave him to his own fate.

  But when I turn and come face to face with another officer, and find a gun pointed directly at my head the world around me slows to a crawl.

  The minute I look into his hard eyes I realize how naïve and foolish I’ve been, because from everything in the way those brutal eyes are glaring down at me I know there is nothing I can to do convince himall wolves aren’t monsters.

  This is a war I can’t possibly win.

  As I stare down the barrel of a gun my life flashes before me, and I think about the remorse I spotted in my father’s eyes the night we were outside the mountain den. At the time I thought it was because of something he’d lost, or something he was going to lose. But I now understand the remorse lingering below the surface was for me and what I was going to lose.

  Hope for a normal life.

  He knew it could never happen. Knew I could never change the minds of so many. Knew I’d have to keep the wolf side of me alive and remain in kill or be kill mode if I wanted to survive in this harsh world.

  When I hear the pin drop, I make a move to bolt, even though I know I can’t outrun a silver bullet. But since my survival instinctsare strong and it’s not in my nature to go down without a fight, I dig my nails into the ground to gain leverage.

  As the bullet engages and speeds toward me I howl, and in the instant before I move, I’m shoved to the ground, my head hitting hard against a rock. Pushing through the pain and nausea, I hear the bullet hit flesh, hear the howl of an injured wolf before it drops to the ground in the spot I was just standing, taking the hit that was meant to be mine.

  “No!” I yell when I see my father roll down the hill, leaving a thick trail of blood in his wake. The world around me goes into slow motion and I jump up, knock the officer to the ground, and swipe at his neck with my long, deadly talons. As he gasps for breath, I leave him to his own fate and rush after my father.

  He tumbles down the hill and lands with a hard thud against the side of the gate. I hurry to him, my head spinning and my stomach in knots.

  I look at the puncture wound and watch the flesh around the opening turn black, and there is nothing I can do to stop the bleeding, nothing I can do to keep the poison from invading his body. I go down on my haunches and push at him with my muzzle.

  “Papa,” I cry frantically.

  “Pride,” he says, and his voice is so low and so strained I can barely hear him.

  “Papa, please…”

  “I never meant to hurt you,” he says.

  “I know,” I manage past the lump in my throat. And I really do know. He only ever meant to protect me and he did it the best way he knew how.

  His tongue flicks out to wet his mouth and I can tell he’s losing h is fight to speak.“I hope someday you’ll forgive me,” he murmurs.

  “I do,” I say and think about how Logan once told me that someday soon I’d learn all about forgiveness, because forgiveness is about love, and this man really does love me.“I do forgive you. Please, don’t die. You can’t leave me. Not now.”

  “I have to go Pride.I’ve had to go for quite some time now. I’m just glad I got to know you first.” As soon as the words leave his mouth understanding rolls through me.

  He’s dying.

  The foul smellI’ve noticed coming from his breath is the scent of death. SinceI’ve been imprisoned my whole life, I’ve never known a wolf to die of old age or natural causes before and had no way to identify the sour aroma. But Logan knew, and he wanted to protect me from it for as long as he could. He knew I had to learn about love and forgiveness and find my place in this world before I could dealwith the harsh reality of my father’s fate.

  “I forgive you, Papa,” I say again, and when I put my paw over his, all the answers fall into place. Staring down the face of death is what prompted him to change his life around. It made him want to right all his wrongs.

  “I’m going to go be with your mother now,” he says, and attempts a smile before saying, “I hope she can find it in her heart to forgive me, too.” With that he exhales his very last breath and my heart clenches so hard, the pain cuts through my body like a serrated knife.

  When I feel the life leave him and he returns to his human form, a big hiccupping sob crawls out of my throat and reverberates off the mountain. Through watery eyes I look beyond the gate to see Logan rushing toward me. He sidesteps all the dead panthers and his big paws turn red as they sink into the blood soaked grass.

  “Pride,” he says and comes closer, the look in his pewter eyes sad, mournful, but seconds before he reaches the gate, a vicious cat jumps the fence from behind me and clamps down on his jugular.

  Logan puts up a hard fight but there isn’t much he can do as the cat gives a savage shake of its head and tears into his throat. I can hear the cords on his neck popping and when sharp canines sink indeeper, Logan’s powerful, streamlined body drops to the ground. The warm scent of fresh blood sprays my face and fills the night air.

  “No!”

  It takes less than a split second for me to understand the boy I mated with is going to die if I don’t do something. As that reality hits, I let my wolf off her leash. I might not be an assassin any longer, but my wolf knows what she has to do.

  Before anyone can react, I jump the fence and rush the powerful cat, and when it turns sharp teeth on me and bites through my shoulder a scream lodges in my throat. With everything happening so fast, my brain can barely keep up. I feel like a bystander watching my wolf as she lets her rage power her attack and knock the cat clear off Logan’s body.

  The panther flies backwards and I immediately do the one thing Logan asked me not to. I purposely position myself between Logan and the cat, putting myself in the direct line of fire.

  The cat hisses at me, and knowing I have to call on everything Logan taught me about survival, I face this instinct-driven cat using both my heart and my head. I taunt it, pretending it’s no threat by going down on my haunches to groom myself.

  Reacting like I knew it would, it pounces and flies through the air at me, and because my wolf is smallshe’s able to slide under its airborne body, and the cat slams to the ground behind me with an audible thud.

  I catch Stone rushing my way, but knowing this is my fight, I spin around before he can reach me, before the cat can gain purchase. With all my strength, I grab its head and rip it clear off its shoulders.

  When its body goes limp, no longer able to hurt the boy I mated with, I hear someone shout, “Stop!”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Stop!” When that one word rings in my ears, my wolf registers the meaning and I glance up to see a boy coming close. From his thick, dark hair and rich cognaccoloring, I know he’s a shifter.

  A panther in a boy’s body!

  I growl low and prepare to make short work of him so I can attend to Logan, knowing he’s going to die o
n me if I don’t, but Gem jumps up from her crouched position near the house. She yells at me but with my wolf in kill mode, I give a savage shake of my head to warn her away.

  “No, Pride. This is the boy who helped me,” she says and quickly turns back to her human form.That’s when I see Officer Sanford coming from around the house, and watch Malcolm and the others climb to their feet, their collars now deactivated. I exchange a look with Officer Sanford, and when I meet his eyes, I know the handler, and every panther except the one standing next to Gem is dead.

  With that I turn my back to the crowd and crawl toward Logan, my heart aching painfully.

  “Please, Logan,” I cry, unable to keep the desperation from my voice.“You have to shift and heal yourself.I can’t lose you. I can’t.” But as I plead with him, I wonder if he’s too far gone, too weak to shift.

  After a long agonizing moment, his eyes flicker open, and his breath is labored when he says, “You broke your promise.”

  “What are you talking about?” I hurry out, trying to keep the panic at bay as I watch blood gush from his neck. I put my paw over the wound, but there is nothing I can do to seal the gash.

  “You said you wouldn’t put yourself in danger because of me.”

  “Logan,” I cry out.“You know I’m not about to stand by and watch you die.”

  He nudges me with his muzzle and pewter eyes narrow as his voice goes serious.“But you promised and mates aren’t supposed to lie to each other, Pride.”

  I gulp air as his silver orbsmove over mine, and I don’t miss the way he calls us mates, don’t miss the implication in what he’s saying, what he’s asking.

  “Please Logan, you have to shift. I need you.”

  “I know you need me, Pride. I need you, too. But the thing is,I don’t just want to be the one you need, I want to be the one you want.”

  I exhale a long, slow breath and with my emotions in complete turmoil I can’t stop myself from blurting out, “Logan, you are the one I want.You’re the one I’ve always wanted and always needed.Don’t you see, it’s always been you. Always.”

  With that Logan shifts, and as I watch the wound on his neck heal, and realize the cat only grazed his jugular, I quickly return to my human form. Ignoring those around us we rush to each other and cling like our lives depend on it, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize they do. The voices in the courtyard fade to a distant buzz as we hold each other, drawing strength, courage and love from our tight embrace.

  His scent seeps under my skin and pulls a howl from my wolf. I grip him harder, my fingernails biting into his skin while tears spill down my face. We stay like that for an endless minute and I let my wolf take comfort in his protective arms, let her give herself over to this boy completely, body, heart and soul.

  After a long while, Logan pushes my hair off my face and says, “It’s going to be okay, Pride.It’s all over.”

  Gem steps up to us and hands us our clothes. Logan and I stay close, our bodies constantly touching as we dress, and while I feel Stone surfing the outer edges of my thoughts, I can’t quite bring myself to look at him, can’t quite deal with his emotions when mine are so out of control.

  In need of a distraction while I get myself in check, I drag my shirt over my head and look at all the spilled blood, all the senseless death and destruction, then turn to take one last glance at the body of my father.

  With my heart aching forthose I’ve loved and lost, every single thing my father said to me over the last week resonates in my mind. He knew I had to go down a dark, dangerous road before figuring out I could never change mankind. Our species will always be hunted. The best we can do in this harsh world is to find a way to survive and work to define our normal.

  Thinking of normal has me thinking of Officer Sanford and how he needs our help to determine which wolves are rogues and which can be saving. Logan might have just told me it was over, but I know it will never be over. Not for me.

  It’s true that I want to stop fighting, especially since someday I want to start a family with Logan, but how can I walk away from this war? How can I turn my back on those that need me? As soon as that thought enters my head, Stone steps up to me.

  “Pride,” he says, and there is nothing he can do to mask his emotions from me.

  I look into his tortured eyes, hating how lost he is, and when I think about what he heard me say to Logan, and think about how much that must have hurt him, sadness swells in my chest, squeezing to the point of pain.

  “Stone,” I choke out, having no idea where to begin. I reach out to him, expecting to find anger and sorrow, but the strange, unfamiliar energy I discover instead catches me off guard and has my wolf wailing.

  Intense eyes full of deep understanding watch me for a long time and I feel him in my head soothing my worries before he finally breaks the mounting tension and announces, “It is over for you, Pride.It’s time for you to walk away from this.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  He briefly looks at Logan.“You’ve found your path, and now it’s my turn to find mine.”

  My throat aches painfully as heartache sets my chest on fireand that’s when I realize he’d been in my head earlier, and knew my choice long before this moment.

  “Stone—”

  “Your fight is over, Pride. I want you to travel to the Jasper Mountains with Logan and his family so you can make the home you always wanted. I want you to livea normal life.”

  “Stone, no,” I cry out.

  He steps closer, his heat reaching out to me.“No, Pride.It’s want I want for you. All I ever wanted was to keep you safe, you know that. And the only way I can ensure you remain unharmed is if I hit the streets with Sanford. That way I can protect you from the outside.”

  “What are you saying?” I ask, my rattled brain racing to catch up.

  “I’m going to help him hunt, and I’m going to help him rescue kids like Blaze.” I stare at him and that’s when I know why he blocked a portion of his thoughts from me. He knew how this was going to end, knew I wasn’t going like the dangerous path he’s chosen.

  But how can I stop him when he’s so desperately trying to find his way? I swallow, and when I think about his strength of character, the incredible kindness inside him, my words lodge in my throat.

  “Besides, Nova is still out there and I can’t take the chance she’ll come after you.”

  I open my mouth, but he cuts me off and says, “Don’t worry. I won’t kill her.” He shrugs, “I guess on some twisted level I can understand why she did what she did. Love really can make a person act crazy.” He pauses, then adds,“I think she’s trying to find her way every bit as much as I am and you never know, maybe I can convince her to hunt with me.”

  I grip his shirt and hold him tight, hardly able to believewhat he’s saying, hardly able to believe he’s no longer going to be in my life.

  His face softens and he brushes his finger over my cheek. He stares at me for a long time before saying,“I once told you that I could never let you walk away from me again, that it would kill me. But I want you to know I’m going to be okay, because this time, Pride,I’m the one who’s walking away from you.”

  A cry lodges in my throat as I listen and digest what he’s telling me. When I think about him leaving my mind races back to my father’s mansion, to the time he paired Stone with Officer Sanford.That’s when it hits me. My father knew. He knew what he was doing when he matched Stone and the former PTF officer. He knew all along where I belonged, and knew those two had a greater purpose. He was forging alliances, building trust and bonds, because my future and the future of our kind depend on them.

  Stone turns to Logan.“I was wrong about you,” he says.“You’re more than capable of taking care of her.” His eyes flicker to Gem.“And everyone else.” As I watch him, watch the hate leave his eyes, I understand how heroic and courageous he really is. When a small strained smile turns up the corner of his mouth, I know an uneasy truce has been made between
the two most amazing guys in my life.

  My throat closes over, tears spilling harder now.

  Stone turns back to me, his dark eyes swimming with raw emotions.“If it were anyone else, I’d never let you go, Pride.”

  I choke and cling to him. Stone holds me for a moment, then grips my shoulders. He eases back,and I feel Logan’s strong arm slip around my waist.

  The two alphas stand eye to eye, then Stone puts his hand on Logan’s shoulder. As they stare at each other Stone says, “Take good care of her.”

  Logan places his hand on Stone’s shoulder. “You know I will.”

  With that Stone backs up and gives a slow nod.“I do.”

  “Take care of yourself, Stone.”

  Stone’s glance goes from Logan to me and he says, “Take care of each other.” He turns back to Logan.“Get her out of here, Sanford and I will take care of this mess.”

  With that he turns from us and I stare at his retreating back as he walks toward Officer Sanford. My heart lurches while I watch him go. I reach out to him mentally, to say one last goodbye. To say what I should have said to him a long time ago. Thank you.

  “Stone,” I yell and run toward him.

  His movements still and he angles his head unnaturally, but when my call to him goes unanswered, I suck in a sharp breathand wonder what’s going on.

  “Stone,” I cry again, almost frantic as I search for him in the dark.

  “Hey,” I hear, and spin so fast I nearly lose my balance.

  “Logan?”

  His smile is slow, and the warmth in his eyes runs so deep it washes over my soul and brings a new kind of heat to my body. “Yeah, Pride.It’s me.”

  “Logan,” I say my heart racing in confusion.“You’re in my head. How? Why?”

  But then I remember what my father once said. Sometimes bonds are tested, broken even. And it’s only then that new, deeper connections can be made.

  “Come here,” he says.

  I rush to him and he circles his hands around my waist to lift me clear off the ground. Warm lips settle over mine and he whispers into my mouth.“It’s time for us to go find our normal, Pride. Your fight is over.”