Pride to Pack (The Mount Roxby Series)

by Aimie Jennison

  Pride to Pack

  by Aimie Jennison

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  Copyright © 2014 Aimie Jennison

  Cover by Sara Cartwright

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places or people, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Dedication

  To Nana June.

  Thank you for always being my cheerleader.

  I will miss you and I will never forget you.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  1. New Beginnings

  2. Unwanted Encounters

  3. Vaulting Bars

  4. Bloodthirsty Werewolves

  5. Pain Of The Past

  6. Witchy Perks

  7. Half Blind Date

  8. Testy Wolves

  9. Declarations

  10. Hunt

  11. Cons Of A Tie

  12. Second Dates

  13. Wolfing Out

  14. Stalker Status

  15. Friends

  16. Allies Attack

  17. Potent Steam

  18. Vanishing Act

  19. Loyalty

  20. Heart To Heart

  21. Taken

  22. Contact

  23. Reunion

  24. Seeking Comfort

  25. One Track Mind

  26. Unexpected Guest

  27. Executioner

  28. Facing Down The Wolf

  29. Private Celebration

  Acknowledgements

  Excerpt

  PROLOGUE

  Rosabel - Six Years Ago

  “Bel, get your butt down these stairs now,” Uncle Jack bellows from the basement.

  “I’m coming. Geez, am I not allowed to even eat breakfast?” I answer, not bothering to shout, knowing he’ll hear me clearly, with his werelion hearing, even if I whisper. Were-animals have extra sensitive hearing.

  Aunt Lily pats my back as I pass her heading to the basement door. “He doesn’t want to lose you in this duel, sweetheart. It’s your first duel and he knows how strong Jerome is. It has him worried.”

  I take a deep breath before opening the door and head down the stairs. The next few hours are going to be painful. Uncle Jack will push me, hard.

  Uncle Jack started training me the day after I arrived, at the age of ten. He knew I needed it because as soon as I reached the legal age of duelling - which happened to be eighteen - I would be challenged, time and time again until one of them killed me. The lions just don’t think a wolf deserves to be part of their pride. The thing is I don’t even want to be part of their stupid pride.

  I just want somewhere to call home.

  My home was taken away from me when my parents died. My legal guardian, Aunt Lily, is the only tie I have to my parents. At eighteen, I’m old enough to go off on my own, but my Aunt, Uncle and cousin Benji, are family. I love them and don’t want to leave them.

  ***

  The basement is set up like any high-end gym, with all the equipment and weights anyone could ask for. The floor is covered in mats to soften the fall when I am sparing with Uncle Jack. I appreciate those mats because I do hit the floor – a lot.

  Uncle Jack is standing in the middle of the mats ready to spar. He’s trained me in all kinds of Martial Arts, so I’m not limited and won’t get stuck if someone fights in some unusual form.

  I take hit after hit knowing that this time tomorrow I will be fighting to the death. This torture Uncle Jack puts me through is for my own good.

  ***

  The Pride is assembled in the arena, which is just an open field surrounded by the forests of the pride land. I call it a field but there is nothing there. It’s just packed dirt. It’s seen many duels over the years; the red dirt that the Northern Territory is known for is almost black from all the blood spilt on it.

  The lions are circled around the outside of the arena.

  Jerome is already waiting in the centre for me.

  Humans aren’t allowed, it’s too dangerous if the fight falls towards the spectators. Aunt Lily and my cousin Benji are both human so I only have Uncle Jack, who is one of the lions, there to support me.

  The crowd parts to let me in.

  Uncle Jack gives me one last pat on the shoulder as he stops to stand with the crowd. “You can do this, Bel. Remember your strengths. Forget everything else.”

  Taking a deep breath I face my opponent.

  Jerome has a good foot on me in human form He easily outweighs me. He’s smirking at me like he knows he has this fight in the bag.

  That’s it, Jerome, you keep thinking like that. Let the overconfidence take you that step closer to the body bag.

  Grigori Dorfman, the current Leader of the Pride, steps up to stand between us. “Jerome, you have challenged Rosabel to a duel. Does your challenge still stand?”

  Jerome nods. “Yes.”

  “Very well. Rosabel, since you are the challenged party, you have the choice of whether you want to fight in human or animal form.”

  “Human,” I answer immediately. When fighting in animal form, you only need a tooth or claw to connect in the wrong place and you’re dead. Fighting as a human may take longer and be harder, but you can control your opponent more. Fighting in animal form isn’t a viable option.

  Grigori’s loud voice booms around the arena. “You both must remain in human form at all times. If either of you shift, or even partially shift, your opponent will be declared winner and you will be immediately put to death. This duel is to the death. Do you both understand the rules?”

  “Yes,” we answer together.

  Grigori throws his arms wide and bows his head. “May the best animal win,”

  Jerome and I start to circle each other, weighing each other up. Neither of us willing to make the first move.

  “Come on Jerome, she’s only a little girl,” a male voice shouts.

  Jerome turns chasing the voice; I take the opportunity to strike him in the side of the head with a round house kick. He hits the floor and shakes his head. I move straight in with a kick to his jaw. He seems to anticipate it making a grab for my foot; he was a second too late and only manages to knock my foot away.

  I step back and start to circle again as Jerome stands up.

  He jabs his fist at my ribs and connects causing a crack that I have no doubt means something is broken. He follows with a second jab to the same area.

  Lapping up the attention as the audience cheers, he smirks. During his distraction I grab his outstretched arm, pulling it against the bend in his elbow. It cracks louder than my ribs, and I see some of the spectators flinch at the sound. I can see the shift cross his face, but he fights it off. Pain can be a trigger to the shift, just like it’s a trigger for nausea in humans. He did well to fight it off that quick.

  The fight goes on for a long time, at least twenty minutes, which believe me, when you are fighting to the death is a long time. Both of us have been throwing punches and striking with kicks and neither of us is getting the upper hand.

  Uncle Jack trains me for at least four hours every day. I have the endurance to handle this fight but, Jerome is getting tired. I can see it and so can the Pride.

  “Come on, Jerome. End her,” someone shouts.

  He tries to execute a roundhouse kick to my face in retaliation to those comments. Fortunately for me he’s sluggish. I let
the momentum in his poorly executed kick take him to the floor before I pounce on his chest and grab his head between my hands.

  I snap his neck.

  The audience is outraged. Not only have I won, I’m still breathing. A wolf. A female wolf just beat one of their strongest male lions in a duel to the death.

  Grigori walks into the arena and states the obvious by announcing me - the only one still standing and breathing breaths that feel like a hot brand is being jabbed into my side, the winner.

  The crowd just gets louder. He tries to calm them down but it’s no use. He nods to Uncle Jack, signalling him to come and take me home so he can try to get a hold on the pride without my distracting presence.

  I only manage to hobble a couple of steps before Jerome’s brother, Daniel, pushes his way through the crowd.

  He gives me a murderous glare as the crowd falls silent. “I challenge the wolf.” He steps into the arena and removes his shirt, preparing to fight.

  No way can I survive another duel so soon.

  I shake free of Uncle Jack’s vice like grip and settle my feet to show I’m not going to run.

  “I accept,” I reply officially, as required.

  Uncle Jack is red in the face, holding his rage back as he rants at Grigori.

  Jared Dorfman, Grigori’s oldest son and the next in line to be Pride Leader, steps in front of me. I didn’t see where he came from, probably due more to the fact that my eyes are swelling shut rather than his stealthy approach. He gently holds my face between is hands, assessing the damage.

  I suck in a breath at the concern I see in his golden eyes. None of the pride have ever been concerned about me. I start to think I have read him wrong and he’s more concerned about the fact that I’m still breathing, that is, until he speaks.

  “It’s okay, Rosabel. They can’t make you duel again so soon. It’s Pride law. They have to give you at least three days to heal.”

  My stomach plummets. As good as a three day reprieve sounds, it’s nowhere near enough time to heal and be fit enough to win another duel. They are just going to prolong my suffering and death.

  ***

  My three day reprieve passed in the blink of an eye. It could’ve had something to do with the fact that I slept through most of it. My body’s natural urge to heal while I slept took over. I wanted to train but my body was having none of it.

  I gingerly walk into the kitchen to give Benji and Aunt Lily a last minute hug goodbye. I’m not feeling very confident today knowing it might actually be the last hug I get to give them.

  Aunt Lily dashes across the room the minute she sees me, taking me into her arms, surrounding me with her floral scent. “It’s an abomination. Making you duel when you are still recovering from the last one. I feel like storming down to that arena and giving them a piece of my mind.”

  “You can’t do that. It will only cause trouble for Uncle Jack. I’ve trained all these years. I can handle it.” I pull away, putting on my brave face. I need to leave now before I crack. Causing her to do exactly what she wants, no doubt writing her own death warrant in the process.

  Benji stands from his seat at the table. “Come on Bel, you don’t want to be late. I’ll walk you down the road. Uncle Jack said he’d meet you at Grigori’s. There was a meeting this morning.” He walks straight out the door without making eye contact with Aunt Lily or me. I can smell his tears so I know the reason why. It’s the same reason I follow him out silently, neither of us want to make Aunt Lily any more concerned.

  Neither of us speaks again until we reach Grigori’s drive, both lost in our own heads. I can’t help looking at all the gorgeous houses, seeing the picket fences and beautiful flower beds, only to think people passing through this town would have no idea that the very people who keep these houses so beautiful would be trying their damnedest to have an eighteen year old woman killed just because she’s another species.

  “Bel,” Benji’s whimper pulls me from my thoughts.

  One look at his blotchy face covered in tears makes me pull him into my arms. “Shhhh. It’s okay, Benj.”

  Grigori’s door opens. Jared, Uncle Jack and Grigori all file out. Grigori walks out the gate not even acknowledging that we are even here. But then again Benji is a lowly human, I’m a wolf and we already know what the lions think of me. Why should he bother acknowledging us?

  I watch Jared expecting him to follow his father but he stops in front of us with Uncle Jack.

  I release Benji, holding his shoulders firmly with my hands. “Go home and give Aunt Lily a hug. I’ll see you in a little while.” I don’t care that there’s no conviction behind my words. It isn’t like I can say, “Have a good life, I won’t see you again.” It’s probably true but it would just hurt both of us.

  Uncle Jack pulls a sobbing Benji into his embrace, looking at me over Benji’s dark hair. “I’m going to take him home. You head down with Jared, I’ll catch you up.” With those parting words he walks off in the direction of home.

  I watch them walk away for a second before turning back towards Jared, who’s still standing in front of me. In fact I’m certain he had moved closer because there’s barely an inch between us. I can feel his lion’s energy crackling against my skin.

  “How are you doing, Bel?”

  “I’m fine,” I answer. Why would I answer any differently when it’s his pride trying to kill me off?

  He growls. I can honestly say I have never heard a growl come from a lion before, and it’s quite a disturbing thing. “Now, answer that again, but without the bullshit this time.”

  “Fine,” I snap. “I’m feeling shit. It hurts to move. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think about the fact that I’m being sent to my death by your whole goddamn pride and no fucker seems to give a shit! There, is that what you wanted to hear?”

  “Not exactly but it’s much better than the first answer.” He turns coldly and starts towards the arena. “Come on, you don’t want to be late.”

  The closer we get to the arena the calmer I become. It’s like a cloud has descended over me, nothing matters but the fight I’m about to face. No amount of worrying or complaining will change a thing. I’ve got to duel no matter what; I can’t ask anyone else to fight for me.

  The pride is already circled around the arena, ready to watch the duel.

  Jared grabs my hand and pulls me through the parting crowd.

  Great, everyone is going to think I was about to run and needed escorting by the leader’s son.

  Once we get through the crowd I pull my hand away from Jared’s.

  “It’s about time you turned up. I thought you must have run off scared,” Daniel says, snarkily.

  That growling noise comes from Jared again but he doesn’t follow up with a comment.

  Grigori steps between us, stopping any verbal diarrhea from spewing out of my mouth. “Daniel, does your challenge against Rosabel still stand?”

  “She killed my brother. Too fucking right it does,” he snaps.

  “A ‘yes’ will suffice, Daniel,” Grigori says with a smirk.

  Is this really a time for jokes? One of us is going to die in a minute. Looking at Daniel’s muscular body, I have no doubt it’s going to be me.

  “Rosabel, choose a form.” Just like that, no formal wording.

  “I challenge Daniel,” Jared shouts from next to me. I had actually forgotten he was there. Murmurs run through the crowd, people questioning why? Others questioning if it’s even a legal move on Jared’s part?

  “Daniel, being the challenged party, you are required to choose a form. What do you choose?”

  I’m too shell shocked to take in what’s happening around me after that.

  Jared’s fighting for me and Grigori is letting him. Why? Have I been sucked into the twilight zone or something?

  Someone’s hand grabs me, pulling me out of the arena and toward the spectators. They’re not attacking me, so I assume it’s Grigori. I can't tear my eyes away from the two lions in the arena lo
ng enough to see who belongs to the hand. All I can see is one mass of golden fur. With the roars and yips I can hear, it’s clear someone is winning.

  It’s only a matter of minutes before it’s all over, the fur separates into two. The lion that’s moving shifts and a naked Jared is left standing in the centre of the arena.

  I manage to breathe a sigh of relief before Grigori drags me back towards the centre. He clears his throat before speaking. “Jared as the winner, do you wish to take on Daniel’s challenge towards Rosabel?”

  “No,” is all he grumbles, as he picks his clothes up off the floor and walks out of the arena.

  Grigori passes me off to Uncle Jack. I have no idea where he came from or if he was even there through the fight, but he’s here now and leading me home.

  ***

  The Pride didn’t seem to know what to do after Jared took on Daniel. It was a week before I was challenged again. I fought that time, but when I was immediately challenged again Jared jumped in and challenged my opponent.

  Jared joined in on our training sessions the day after his fight with Daniel, not because he needed the training but so he could help me. It wasn’t long before we became a couple, which really didn’t help on the fight front.

  They didn’t want their future leader to married to a wolf.

  1. NEW BEGININGS

  Rosabel - Present Day

  I take a deep cleansing breath as I pounce off the bus. Twelve hours sitting in a metal container with a bunch of sweating strangers is not the best idea for someone with a strong nose like me. And that was just the last bus journey. I had been on three more of around the same duration. It takes a long time to drive from the desert of the Northern Territory, all the way southeast to central New South Wales. I could have flown but it’s bad enough travelling in a box that’s on the ground, there was no way I was going to travel in a big metal box that floats in the air. Were-animals might be extremely indestructible, but I don’t think even I could survive a plane crash. My cousin, Benji, isn't like me and even he warned me about the smell.