(Mis)fortune (Judgement of the Six Book 2)

by Melissa Haag

  It wasn’t until I met Emmitt that they’d changed. With that thought, I realized Blake had known that my premonitions would evolve. It explained why he kept asking; he’d been waiting for my answer to change.

  I looked down at the table in shock. Was that why he’d brought his men over?

  His men. The thought stuck in my head and pieces fell into place.

  “No. You’re wrong,” I said looking up at Nana Wini, yet still lost in my own thoughts.

  “About what, dear?”

  “Pack leaders control the pack. Elders keep the peace between the packs through the pack leaders,” I said slowly, reasoning it out. “Yet, there are some of your kind you have trouble communicating with.” My thoughts felt right, but the implications scared me. “Before the night he shifted, I thought Blake’s control over the men he brought with him was just a businessman’s hold over his lackeys. But that night, it was more. I think he’s their leader. A pack leader. Those were his men. I think Blake is different. You can’t communicate with him, and because of that, his men. They are their own pack. A large pack.

  “Many of his men commented on my smell. No, not smell. Scent. I never understood what they meant.” I looked at Emmitt. “I believe Blake brought those men over because he knew my premonitions would change when I met the right werewolf. They changed after I met you.”

  Emmitt’s lips twitched, and the look in his eyes grew warm. Before I blushed, I turned my focus on the other members of our group.

  “Now, I’ve seen actual people in my premonitions, not just stock tips. I think Blake meant to unlock that new piece of my gift. He knows more than we think, not only about my gift, but about why Elders can’t communicate with everyone like they should.”

  The room remained quiet.

  “I think you’re right,” Thomas said finally. “He does sound like he knows more.” He looked at Sam and Nana Wini. “But, is it worth the risk to find out what he knows when we have no way of controlling him?”

  Sam and Nana Wini shared a glance.

  “These gifted women are rare,” Sam said.

  Huh? What gifted women? I glanced at Emmitt, confused, but Sam kept speaking.

  “And we have yet to determine why these gifted women are compatible with us. Are they gifted because they are compatible or are they compatible because they are gifted? Are there other human women out there who are compatible but not gifted? There’s so much we don’t know. Charlene, your gift has never been clear to you; and with Gabby less than a month away from leaving for college, I think we need to find out what Blake knows.”

  “Gifted?” I said to Charlene then swiveled toward Sam. “Who’s Gabby?”

  Sam reached into his pocket and removed his wallet as Charlene answered my first question.

  “So far, the humans who are compatible with werewolves are gifted.” When I looked at her speculatively, she said, “Yeah, I can manipulate people’s minds, plant thoughts in there, and make them do what I want.”

  The idea of that scared me, but no one else in the room seemed too bothered by it.

  “I learned at an early age what I could do wasn’t a good thing and started to fear people would come take me away because of it. So I ran and ended up here.”

  Though her gift concerned me, it also gave me comfort because now I knew I wasn’t alone. Maybe she knew why my gift had suddenly changed.

  “Did anything happen to your ability when you met Thomas?” I asked, absently accepting the picture Sam had plucked from his wallet.

  If my suspicions were right, her ability would have changed when she met her Mate. But, without knowing exactly what these strange abilities were for or where they stemmed from, it was hard to say if my theory was right or not.

  “No,” she said, disappointing me. “But when I Claimed him, he changed.” She looked at Thomas, and he nodded as if encouraging her to continue. “A pack leader can only hold together a pack size equal to his mental strength. His command needs to encompass the entire group. When it can’t, the members see weakness and leave. So by nature, the pack size remains equal to the power of the alpha. Once I Claimed Thomas, his capacity to control more members grew. Even now, we could welcome more members if they wanted to join us.”

  So Charlene’s gift hadn’t changed, but Thomas had. Why after the Claiming? Could it be that her ability had changed before that, but she hadn’t noticed? Did this mean when...if...I Claimed Emmitt, my gift could change again?

  Stumped, I finally looked down at the picture in my hand. I felt the same sense of recognition as I had when I first saw Charlene’s picture, but this time I had an explanation for it.

  “This is the girl from my first vision. She was studying. College texts, I think. One of you was lying beside her. A huge dog with a long, shaggy brown coat. I saw her petting him.” I looked up and saw Sam’s surprised expression. “Did I say something wrong?”

  “No, no. It’s just...she tolerates coming here but doesn’t really have a fondness for any of us.”

  I wasn’t wrong in what I’d seen. “I guess we just have to see what comes to pass. Maybe it was just a picture of a possibility.” I passed the photo back to him.

  Sam stared down at the picture in his hand, a slight smile on his lips. The girl in the picture might not have a fondness for them, but Sam definitely had affection for her.

  “Do you know of a way to reach Blake?” Thomas asked.

  I started to shake my head no but then paused. “There’s a lawyer who seems to be in contact with him.”

  “A lawyer?” Thomas said.

  “Before I ran, my stepfather left me an envelope filled with documents and stuff, including a number for a lawyer. I looked the lawyer up online and sent him an email. He replied right away, asking for a meeting to read Richard’s will. But he mentioned Blake too, so I never responded.”

  “Perhaps we could work through the lawyer,” Charlene said, hope buoying her words.

  “If the Elders can’t communicate with him, the only chance we have to get the answers we want is face to face,” Thomas said. “Not through a lawyer.”

  Sam nodded in agreement but looked troubled.

  They were right. I doubted Blake would respond willingly to a phone call, email, or third party. If we wanted answers, Blake would need to be confronted face to face like Thomas said. And, I realized, I would have to do it. He had no reason to acknowledge anyone else in the room.

  Ice formed in my limbs.

  “I need to go back.”

  Charlene and Nana Wini shared a worried look.

  “No, honey,” Charlene said. “We’ll think of something else. Now that you’re here, and Nana put out a call about your protection, there’s a possibility he’ll come to you.”

  Fear swamped me.

  “No. I don’t want Blake here.”

  I didn’t want Blake anywhere near my brothers. Yet, that’s exactly what would happen now that he’d found us again. He was probably already tracking us or trying to. If I left the boys here, surrounded by werewolves not controlled by Blake, and went back to Wisconsin to lead Blake away, my brothers would be safe. Well, safer. Still, I wasn’t willing to throw myself at Blake for the sake of a few unanswered questions—no matter how much I wanted the answers.

  “Michelle, it would be better for you to stay here,” Charlene said.

  “For me, but not for Liam and Aden. They are how he controlled me before.” I didn’t want to go back, but I would to keep them safe.

  Compassion flooded Nana’s expression. I wished I had her strength. That was it, I thought with realization. Maybe there was a way for all of us to stay safe.

  “Emmitt said Elders are stronger, more powerful than any other pack member. Maybe one could come with me, and one could stay here,” I said, hopefully.

  The group remained quiet for several moments before Thomas spoke up. “Neither you nor your brothers will be put at risk if we lure Blake here.”

  “I understand that you don’t believe so, but yo
u don’t know Blake.” And neither did I, not really. But the memory of his hand tightening around my throat made me desperate to keep my brothers safe. He was coming for me. I didn’t doubt that. If I left without my brothers and he caught me again, at least I wouldn’t have their wellbeing holding me back from trying to escape.

  Sam cleared his throat. “Let’s think on this for a while.”

  “Not too long,” I said, wondering if Blake already knew of our location.

  “We’ll meet again tonight,” Charlene said firmly.

  I had little hope they would come up with a plan that didn’t involve me facing Blake. But, my worst fear wasn’t that Blake recaptured me. I feared never seeing my brothers again and never knowing if they were as protected and loved as I wanted them to be. Another thought pierced my heart. Would they grow up without any memories of their parents or me? Because of their ages, it was a possibility. Yet, what other choice did I have but to leave them here? My selfish need to stay with them wouldn’t protect them.

  Knowing what I needed to do, I nodded at Charlene. That’s all they were waiting for. The others stood and started filing out completely unaware of the probable future tearing me apart.

  Emmitt’s hand settled on my shoulder. A comforting touch. A reminder that it wasn’t the future yet and that I still had today to make unforgettable memories with my brothers.

  I rose, took Emmitt’s hand, and headed out the door.

  * * * *

  Gregory and Mary found us while we were on our way to dinner. I sent the boys ahead to eat with Jim, Paul, and Henry while Emmitt and I headed to the soundproofed room.

  When we entered, Charlene was in a whispered conversation with Thomas. Whatever they discussed, she looked very adamant.

  Sam and Nana spoke with two newcomers, imposing men who stood just inside the door. The older of the two closed the door behind us. He was leaner and older than the other, but in no way less impressive. The younger, larger man rivaled Jim’s size. With long, thick legs, he towered over his partner and stood with his massive arms crossed as he silently listened to Sam. I much preferred Emmitt’s leaner build but didn’t mistake their size differences to directly relate to their abilities. I knew better; I’d watched Emmitt and Jim “rough house” at the lake and Nana take on two larger men.

  Emmitt led me to an open chair, and as usual, he held it out for me. The papers on the table caught my eye—four airline tickets. Two had names I didn’t recognize. Another had Emmitt’s name. The last ticket had my name on it.

  My heart skipped a beat. I’d known I would have to go back, but I couldn’t settle on how I felt about it.

  “We spoke at length,” Thomas said, noting the direction of my gaze. “We think an information-gathering trip to your old home, with the protection of an Elder, is a good idea. Those tickets are only if you agree to our plans.”

  Charlene moved toward the table, and Thomas considerately pulled out her chair even though she scowled at him. They’d obviously disagreed about something.

  “Jim and Nana Wini will stay with the boys at all times as will Mary and Gregory,” Thomas said. “Paul and Henry will be with them, as well, but no other werewolves will be permitted near them as a precaution.”

  I sensed Nana Wini’s influence in the decision to limit their contact. Gratitude swamped me. It had to be tough to find out the complete control she’d thought she had was just an illusion.

  Thomas continued. “While keeping the Liam and Aden safe, we will not let them feel isolated. We’ll keep them busy, just like today. In the event something does happen, Mary and Gregory will be their first line of defense followed by Jim and Nana Wini.”

  My hands grew cold at his words.

  “At that point, Nana Wini would put a call out. I promise you, the entire pack will answer.”

  I could only nod in agreement due to the lump in my throat. It gave me chills hearing Thomas talk like that, but I was glad they’d thought it through. My brothers would be well guarded.

  Under the table, Emmitt reached over to give my hand a gentle squeeze.

  “Good,” Thomas said. “Next, let me introduce you to the men who will be protecting you. This is Carlos and Grey.”

  The two names on the tickets. Carlos, the muscled man with a beautiful tan, black hair, and incredibly dark eyes, nodded at me when Thomas said his name. Grey, less bulky with a head of thick, curly grey hair and merry blue eyes, winked at me.

  “Both Nana Wini and Sam have examined their intentions,” Thomas said. “In addition to that, I personally vouch for them. Grey is my older brother. He has been with me through many challenges and has never let me down. Carlos has been with the pack since the day he was born. Even as a youth, he displayed tremendous courage and loyalty at the risk of personal harm.

  “We don’t want to take any unnecessary risks. Either Grey or Emmitt will be with you at all times, and you will not be going to your old home, yourself. The closest we agree you should go is to the city. From there, Carlos will act on your behalf.”

  Everyone’s eyes rested on me. Though in their eyes three werewolves might seem like good protection, I would rather have an Elder. Someone who could trump Blake.

  “Will Sam be coming with us?” I asked hesitantly.

  Sam smiled slightly. “Grey is an Elder and can communicate with us as needed.”

  “Oh. I thought there were just two Elders,” I said, meaning him and Nana.

  “No,” Nana said frowning slightly. “Though, our numbers do concern me.”

  Sam heaved a sigh but didn’t speak.

  “I think we need to give it consideration,” she said looking at Sam then Grey.

  “Give what consideration?” I asked, not understanding.

  “There is a candidate waiting to become an Elder,” she said with reservation.

  “Waiting?” I said.

  “We can’t communicate with him like we should and hesitate to allow him to take the oath,” Grey said, speaking for the first time.

  “He might be the key,” Sam said. “What Winifred experienced when those two came to challenge has been noticed before.” He sighed. “But, never to the degree she experienced. We don’t give commands very often. We believe in free will, so we’ve never tested the completeness of our communication with each individual. We just send out information when it’s needed.”

  He looked at Nana Wini. “What you discovered is a bigger issue. We need to think of the possibilities. The new candidate, with this communication limitation, might be able to communicate with the others like him.”

  I didn’t understand their concern. If they had someone who could communicate with the others, why not use him. Nana seemed to read my mind.

  “An Elder has vast power and a huge responsibility to that power,” she said. “When a candidate approaches us, we inspect their mind thoroughly. If we allowed a candidate to take the oath without making sure their intentions were honest and true, they could die.” I frowned, confused. “When we take our oath, we are bound to serve the pack’s best interest. Always. Our decisions may not be right all of the time, but they must be made with the right intentions. If we ever did anything knowing it would cause the pack harm, or wasn’t in the pack’s best interest, we would die instantly. It’s the tie to all of our kind that controls us as much as we control them.”

  I stared at her, stunned for a moment. The connection she shared with all pack members could backlash and kill her? What a scary risk. Then again, putting so much control into one person was a risk, too. If there weren’t some kind of check and balance, they could grow into a power-hungry Blake.

  “So, because you can’t inspect his mind, you don’t know his intentions?”

  “He’s been waiting for three years. He has studied with each of us. We’ve tested him in many ways; but we haven’t been able to inspect his mind. We can touch areas of it, just like I was able to with the two that appeared last night, but not all of it. And just like the two that appeared, he can choose to igno
re a direct command.”

  “So, if he’s an Elder, he might be able to control them?” I wondered.

  “He might. Or, he may die taking the oath,” Sam said.

  Werewolves were getting more complex. Everything I knew about them whirled in my mind.

  The Forlorn were on their own, controlled only by Elders, but in some cases even Elders weren’t able to communicate with them. The pack leaders controlled pack members. Through the pack leaders, the members were then fully open to the Elders. Due to the oath Elders took, pack members indirectly controlled them.

  One important question swirled in the center of my mental hurricane. Where did that leave special people like me?

  According to Nana, all werewolves wanted us, most protected us, but we answered to none of them. We were part of their lives but not held to their rules. Even the Claiming was different for us. They couldn’t choose us. We had to choose them. There had to be a reason for these differences.

  Charlene brought us back on track.

  “We can decide this later. Right now, we need to finalize the trip. I still think it’s too dangerous for Michelle, even with an Elder along. No offense intended, Grey.”

  Grey winked at Charlene but remained quiet.

  Dropping my gaze to the table, I considered their condition that I didn’t go near the house and the impracticality of it. I still thought Blake would only speak to me; but, even with the stipulation, the plan achieved my goal. I would be closer to Blake and further from my well-protected brothers. Going to Wisconsin put me in a better position to learn more about Blake’s real plans and would hopefully keep Blake away from Liam and Aden.

  “I think it’s worth the risk,” I said quietly.

  “All right,” Thomas said, standing. “The flight leaves at 10 a.m. We’ll see you at breakfast.”

  So soon? I felt a little tug in my chest as everyone else stood. While Grey and Carlos left with Nana and Sam, talking about someone named Joshua, I wondered how I’d actually bring myself to leave Liam and Aden.

  Charlene must have read something in my expression because she stood when I did and moved to hug me. I accepted the gesture of comfort without thinking.