by Terry Spear
Anthony looked at Lelandi’s bloodied hands. “You can’t do any more. Let me.” He handed her his ski gloves.
“You can help with your good hand. But I’ll use Caitlin’s gloves.”
“I don’t know which way to come up,” Minx said, her voice desperate.
“I’ll tie her to the sled,” Cody said. “I don’t think she can make that climb. It’s pretty icy and the hand and foot holds are a long reach for someone who’s smaller.”
Before Lelandi could say a word, he disappeared over the edge.
Anthony gave a worried chuckle. “He’s the adventuresome one. Always gets me into trouble.”
“I heard that!” Cody shouted. This time it took him longer to secure her. But then he tugged on the rope. “I’m coming up. Hope the rope isn’t fraying.”
Lelandi leaned over the edge and watched Cody’s jester hat shaking, the bells jingling on the four tassels.
Cody collapsed next to them and Anthony, sounding frustrated that he hadn’t helped more, urged, “Come on, let’s get Minx.”
“Let me catch my breath, will you?” Cody gave him an annoyed look. “Okay, let’s do it.”
With all three of them pulling, and because of her slight weight, they had Minx up in half the time it took to bring up Anthony. “She must not eat nearly as much as you, Anthony, thank Odin,” Cody said, hurrying to untie her. “We were headed for a cabin not far from here. Do you know where it is?”
Lelandi shook her head. “No, I’m new here.”
Cody stared at her for a minute, then took a whiff of the cold air. “Oh, oh, you’re the red who got the town all shot up. The one Darien wants.”
Caitlin moaned and Lelandi hurried over to her. “You’ll tell Darien, won’t you, since you’re going to be his mate?”
“No, I won’t tell him, but he needs to know.”
“We were going sledding, but the truck got stuck in the ditch. The boys still wanted to sled, but the snow got too bad.” Minx wrapped her arms around Lelandi and gave her a big hug. “Thanks so much for rescuing us.”
Lelandi shuddered to think the kids could have been stuck on the rocky ledge for hours if she hadn’t found them.
“Let’s get to the cabin,” Cody said. “Who needs a ride?”
“Let’s take the other sled, but we’ll pull Caitlin for now. If anyone else gets worn out, we’ll use the other sled.” Lelandi tried to give Caitlin’s gloves back to her, but she shook her head.
“I’ll keep my hands in my pockets. You’ll need the gloves to make it through the snowdrifts.” Caitlin bit her lip as if another shard of pain sliced through her leg.
Lelandi nodded and brushed snowflakes off the girl’s cheeks.
“Let’s get moving. Standing here, we’ll be frozen statues before long,” Anthony said.
“What were you doing out here?” Minx asked Lelandi.
Lelandi wrapped her arms around herself, attempting to get warm. “Trying to get to town. I had an accident.”
“Oh, that’s why you have a gash on your head. Do you know the way?”
“Before I heard your voices, I smelled chimney smoke from that direction.” Lelandi motioned into the stark, white bleakness.
“There’s the cottage!” Cody pointed in a different direction, and stumbled toward the blurred outline of a log cabin that seemed to appear out of nowhere like a lake mirage on a desert island.
Part of the roof was gone, and the icy wind whipped through the dilapidated building with a vengeance. Lelandi had hoped it would have been a safe haven, walls and a roof to keep the wind and snow out, a place to build a fire. No such luck.
“We can’t stay here.” Minx rubbed her arms. “It’s too cold and our dad will skin us alive when he learns we’re missing. We’ve got to get Caitlin to the doctor.”
Caitlin shook her head. “We’re going to get grounded for sure.”
“Hope Darien doesn’t make us do anything like he already did,” Cody said.
“What did he make you do?” Lelandi peered into the snow, trying to get her bearings, smelling the air.
“Paint the school, because we wrote on the walls. Nothing bad. Just that our parents shouldn’t have to pay school taxes when we can’t go to them.”
“Were they paying school taxes?” Lelandi tied Caitlin more securely to the sled.
“No. It was all Cody’s fault. He’s always getting us into a mess.”
Cody grinned, not in the least remorseful.
Minx asked Lelandi, “Will you get in trouble for the car wreck?”
Lelandi offered her a small smile. Most likely.
“She’s the pack leader’s chosen mate. Dad said. She won’t get in trouble,” Anthony said.
“Oh yes she will. Dad said someone was supposed to guard her at all times because somebody tried to kill her.” Cody banged his gloved hands together, shaking off some of the snow. “She shouldn’t be out here by herself so that means Darien’s going to be pissed.”
“So why are you out here alone?” Minx asked. “You weren’t running away, were you?”
“Oh, she couldn’t do that. She belongs to Darien and the pack now,” Cody said, matter-of-factly. “Dad said.”
“I was taking a drive into town, but I hadn’t realized the snow was so bad. And Cody’s right. I’m Darien’s mate and I’m not going anywhere.” Except to the hospital, if she could make it.
“I suggested we could turn wolf,” Cody said.
Minx frowned at him. “Our parents would kill us if an adult wasn’t chaperoning us.”
Cody pulled his gloved hand out of his parka pocket and waved at Lelandi. “We have a chaperone.”
“Minx and Cody, go ahead and shapeshift. With his good hand, Anthony can pull the sled carrying our clothes. As a wolf, Cody can pull Caitlin. Minx will stay with the rest of you while I scout ahead. Stick close together so we don’t lose anyone. If you sense anything that will help us find the town, just holler or howl.”
Lelandi didn’t think any of them could trek for miles in this snow as humans. If the situation became too dire, she’d have Anthony and Caitlin shapeshift, and they’d huddle together until the storm let up.
Lelandi helped bury Caitlin under Minx’s and her own coat, while Minx and Cody quickly shapeshifted. Then she helped tie Cody’s coat over Anthony’s shoulders to give him some extra warmth. Afterward, she tied Cody to Caitlin’s sled, while Anthony gathered the rope for the sled carrying their clothes.
Lelandi stripped off her clothes, tossing them on the other garments. Man, was it cold. Her face and body began to shift, but it wasn’t until the fur began to cover her body before she quit shivering.
Everyone watched her, waiting for her to make the first move. She considered Caitlin and Anthony, who appeared bundled up enough. She listened, smelled the air, then headed south. At least Caitlin and Anthony were dressed in ski bibs, snow boots, parkas, hats and gloves—much more prepared than Lelandi had been.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Caitlin asked for the hundredth time.
Lelandi was quite a distance from the teens when she spied the glint of amber eyes watching her from deeper in the woods. Crap.
As a red female, she’d never be able to fight a male gray and as big as he was, he was male. Her only hope was getting back to the kids because she was certain he wouldn’t want witnesses, or to have to kill them, too. She was the target.
He growled low and the hair on her back rose. Tail straight, she whipped around and raced back to the sleds, prepared to fight the gray if she had to.
“What’s wrong?” Anthony asked, as soon as she drew close enough.
“What’s the matter?” Caitlin asked, unable to see from the sled.
A cow mooed in the distance. Their salvation. She hoped.
Anthony waved his arm. “It’s got to be Doc Mitchell’s ranch. He’s the vet. He can set Caitlin’s leg until we get into town.”
Great. Doc Mitchell would not let Lelandi out of his sight o
nce he saw her, just like when he guarded her in the tavern during the fair. She stuck close to the sled, but made them stop as soon as she spied the house’s snowy silhouette. Hating to shapeshift in the blizzard again, she didn’t have much choice. As quickly as she could, she changed and then hurried to dress.
“Doc Mitchell will get you warmed up and notify your parents. I’ve got to go back to the SUV and wait for Darien.”
“But it’s way too cold out here,” Caitlin said. “And you might get lost.”
Anthony frowned at her. “You should come with us and get warm, too. Doc Mitchell will call Darien for you also.”
Lelandi gave them each a hug. “I’ll be fine. Hurry to the house. And, Caitlin, honey, your parents need to talk to Darien.”
She nodded, although she didn’t seem happy. “Keep my gloves, all right?”
“Thanks. I’ll return them first chance I get. Take care. I’ll see you later.”
When they wouldn’t leave her, Lelandi motioned for them to go. “Hurry.”
“If you’re not going to come with us, take Cody’s coat. It’s warmer than yours.”
She looked at Cody and he bowed his head in acknowledgement.
“All right, thanks.” Cody’s white parka would blend in better with the snow and it would be much warmer. Lelandi threw Darien’s jacket on the sled and yanked on Cody’s coat, figuring Darien would be pissed about this, too. If Cody realized he was wearing the pack leader’s leather jacket, he was sure to tell all his friends, and he’d be the hit of the day.
The teens disappeared in the snow in the direction of the house, and Lelandi headed for the freshly plowed road. The wind hadn’t let up any when she saw a sign declaring it was Silver Town and another posting the speed limit.
But it wasn’t long before she sensed the wolf following her, hidden in the woods. Running wasn’t an option. He’d chase her down and kill her. She turned and stood her ground, although she knew she didn’t stand a chance. But there wasn’t anything else she could do. And wolf to wolf was a better end than human to wolf. She yanked off Caitlin’s gloves and shoved them in Cody’s coat pocket.
The wolf’s fur bristled, his ears erect, staring her down, angry. She wished she could smell him, know who he was, before he attacked, before the end. His lips curled back, showcasing his killer canines, and he snarled. She fumbled with the buttons on the coat. He was waiting, allowing her the chance to change, a contest between wolves. Some contest. Bastard.
Suddenly, his tail straightened out, parallel to the ground, signaling danger. She felt the road tremble with an approaching pickup headed toward town, its headlights a warning. Her heart racing, she threw on the gloves and ran, waving at the truck to stop, hoping he’d see her in the white coat in the blinding snow. Despite being thankful her rescue was imminent, if it was one of Darien’s men, she was sunk.
That’s when she heard the wolf growl and knew the bastard risked killing her in front of a witness, closing in on her fast. The pickup sped up and veered off to the side of her, its brakes squealing, the tires spitting snow. She dodged away from the truck and fell into a snowbank.
The wolf yelped and darted out of the truck’s path in the opposite direction.
“Hey, little lady, get in! Hell, that was close. Looks like you had an accident. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
She took a deep breath. Human. She managed a frozen smile and murmured a thanks.
“I’ve never seen a wolf attack a human in these parts. I’ll have to contact the police and let them know. Might be rabid.”
She stared out the window, keeping an eye out for him, wishing she knew who the lupus garou was who had attacked her.
The grizzled old man kept talking, but all she could think of was the teens telling Doc Mitchell she’d been with them, he’d alert Darien, and they’d know her last whereabouts soon. Which meant she hadn’t much time.
Chapter 18
DARIEN PLOWED THROUGH ANOTHER SNOWDRIFT, GLAD Tom’s four-wheel drive monster truck could handle just about any road conditions, but he still wasn’t letting either of his brothers drive, figuring if he had a wreck it would be his fault, no one else to blame.
“We’ve been driving for an hour in this mess and have barely made any headway,” Jake said. “How was Lelandi acting before you came down to talk to us?”
“Pissed off about Ural. She probably headed to the jail to make sure we didn’t kill him.” He could barely see the road, or whether they were driving on it, the shoulder, or in the ditch. The only thing he could make out were the trees on either side of the road. Darien squinted, but it wasn’t helping.
“Wait, Darien! I think I see something,” Tom shouted from the backseat.
“Where?”
“To the right…looks like the tail end of a green pickup.”
Darien stopped the truck and they got out. “It’s the Woodcroft boys’ truck. I recognize the crunched right side where Cody backed into their mailbox by accident when he was learning to drive last year.” Now, stuck in the ditch, half-buried in snow and ice. He rubbed the snow off the driver’s side window. No sign of anyone. “Call their dad. See if they made it home, Tom.”
Tom pulled out his cell phone while Jake and Darien scouted around the truck for tracks. “If they hiked out of here on foot, the blowing snow covered their tracks already,” Jake said, rubbing his gloved hands together. “Hope they were dressed warm.”
“Hi, Anthony, this is Tom. Are your boys at home?” he yelled into the phone above the blowing wind.
Darien pointed to a couple of trees nearby. “Branches are broken. They walked this way, marking a trail at least. That abandoned cabin is located half a mile west of here. They’d know about it. Maybe they went there seeking shelter.”
Jake made a disgruntled noise. “Hell, the whole thing might have blown down in this storm. But it’s worth checking if their dad says they’re not home.”
They looked at Tom, whose face puckered into a frown. “I’ll let Darien know. We found their truck and it looks like we’ve discovered the direction they’re headed.” He paused. “A mile south of Darien’s place and the truck’s stuck in the ditch and buried in snow.” Tom looked at Darien. “Yeah, Lelandi’s still missing. All right. Let you know if we find anyone.” He pocketed his phone. “Anthony, Sr. said they went sledding and were late in arriving home. Peter called him to help in the search for Lelandi, so he’s heading out, but his wife will be home waiting on news of the boys. Not only that, but the sixteen-year-old twin girls that joined our pack were with the boys.”
“Hell,” Darien said. “Grab some flashlights. They might be able to see them. We’ll check that abandoned cabin. Call Uncle Sheridan and tell him we’ve got some missing teens out here now, too. He’ll need to report the girls are with the boys, have abandoned the vehicle, and are on foot somewhere in the woods. And call Bertha Hastings and tell her to start the alert roster calls to account for everyone else.”
With heartfelt thanks, Lelandi climbed out of the Good Samaritan’s truck and headed for the hospital entrance. Glad to have made it, she felt a sliver of relief, knowing she still might get caught before she discovered anything.
What of the receptionist? Lelandi hadn’t thought about how she could get past her if that blasted Angelina was on duty. With trepidation at being discovered, Lelandi opened the hospital door and let in a blast of cold, but the heated air inside welcomed her like a hot blanket.
A woman she didn’t recognize manned the front desk and was talking to a human mother. The woman’s son was coughing nonstop. While the receptionist was busy, Lelandi slinked on past in her wet clothes down the hallway.
The smell of antiseptics brought a flashback of her stay at the hospital. She shivered, not wanting to think about it. Doc was talking to someone in one of the exam rooms and when she passed it, she saw Ritka adding something to a patient’s IV in the next room.
Ohmigod. Deputy Trevor was peering into a hospital room, his back to her.
Certificates decorated the walls, and a portrait of a white-haired, elegant-looking woman and a distinguished-looking Doc was hanging on one of the walls opposite his desk over a file cabinet.
Trying the top drawer, she slid it open. Files of current patients. Files of more patients filled the second drawer also. No Wildhaven here though. No, it would be under Darien’s name, Silver.
And there it was. Lelandi Silver, DECEASED. Lelandi’s skin prickled. She slipped the file out of the drawer and opened it, her heart fluttering at a quickened pace.
9/6 Lelandi cut her wrists as a plea for help.
Her sister had attempted suicide? Hating how much her sister had to have suffered, Lelandi sat down hard on the doc’s chair.
She must have known she couldn’t die in that manner. I’ve tried speaking with her, but she won’t tell me what’s going on. Nurse Grey spoke with her at some length, but couldn’t determine the cause of depression. Probably brought on in part by fluctuating hormones from the pregnancy. Suspect underlying reason, but can’t say without further information.
Lelandi’s eyes pricked with tears, and she wiped away a couple rolling down her cheeks. How could she not have been here for her sister?
9/8 Released Lelandi from the hospital. She seemed more upbeat and I had Doctor Craighton visit her from Green Valley. He’ll be seeing her once a week for a month to work with her through her psychological issues.
9/12 Lelandi seemed somewhat less distraught. Silva has made friends with her as well. I’m hoping that she’ll adjust to life here with the pack sooner than later as the pregnancy progresses.
