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I was in a room.
I inhaled deeply. The air was slightly stale.
“We’re underground?”
Stop seeing the male when you close your eyes. You’ll see more with your eyes open.
Suitably reprimanded, I turned in a circle one more time. “Does his pack know I’m here?” I wondered out loud. I bet my dinner they didn’t. I sat on the bed with a heavy thump.
He was hiding me from them?
To protect them?
Or to protect me?
The thought surprised me.
Why would Cannon protect me? He thought I was a murdering rogue. He threatened me with the Council. But he had never said they were coming. He never told my brother he had me.
If the alpha of the Blackridge Peak Pack had reported me for my crime, my brother would know. Kris would be here. My brother would find me. I had no doubt.
Which meant Cannon was keeping him from me. Did he think Kris would insist he free me into his guardianship? He was blood. Blood could trump pack. All my brother had to do was take responsibility for me.
Biting my lip, I looked at the door in the corner.
The issue of whether my brother would take me until my trial wasn’t even a question. I knew he would. Kris would never pass up the opportunity to berate me for the mess I got myself into. I also knew my brother wouldn’t be as quick to condemn me for the deaths of three humans.
They weren’t innocent. I had smelled the evil on their bodies.
Everything Cannon had said to me was true. A shifter could have gotten away from them. But they had shot me. Three times. Once in each leg and once in the shoulder.
“Wounding me where I would feel it most if I shifted.” My bitterness said out loud made me look down at my legs, and then I heard what I had just said.
Pushing the sweatpants down, I looked at the white scars on my legs from the bullets.
“You bastard,” I whispered in the quiet of the room. I was on my feet, at the bars, yelling for him.
“Cannon!” I felt my wolf stir, but I ignored her. “Cannon!”
I screamed myself hoarse until finally, the door opened, and he walked in, irritation flashing across his face. I wasn’t surprised to see Royce with him.
“Are you trying to wake your ancestors?” Cannon snapped at me. “I swear to fuck, if you tell me you’re hungry, I will smack your ass myself.”
“They shot me with silver.”
He came to an abrupt halt as he looked at me, the question in his eyes.
“They shot me in the calf, then they shot me again in the shoulder, the opposite side. Bullet shot me a third time in my leg.” Pulling my shirt to the side, I pointed at the scar on my shoulder. “I’m a wolf. I don’t scar.” Turning, I pointed to my legs, not caring I was flashing my ass at them.
“Look,” I spoke over my shoulder to them. Cannon stepped forward, his stare intent. I turned to face them both. “The aim was to make me lame, so even if I shifted, the silver would slow me down.” I didn’t realize I was pressed up to the bars. “Cannon, they knew what I was.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t fucking tell them!”
“Stop screeching, pup. I never said you did,” he barked back at me.
“Do you believe me?” I demanded, looking between them. “Also, where have you been?” I asked Royce.
