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"We don't need them," Rhoan said, his voice calm. Yet an undercurrent of violence and excitement rode through every word and motion. The switch to guardian mode hadn't been flicked yet, but he wasn't far from it.
"But the minute we enter pack land, he'll know," Lyndal commented softly. "He'll have shooters in place."
"Which is why," I said, opening the SUVs back door, "we asked you to rent this type of truck rather than just a car. You know all the locations of the border guards. You, Lyndal, and Quinn are going to go to each and every one of them and take them out as we stroll onto pack land."
His frown increased. "But we don't use SUVs to move from location to location. There's no need to, when a good run is the best way to get anywhere or to finish a shift. They'll know something is up the minute they spot it."
"Blake's still doing his surprise inspections, isn't he?" Rhoan asked, resting a hip on the side of the SUV and crossing his arms.
It wasn't really a question, because we'd already gleaned the answer from the minds of his family.
"Yeah, but - "
"But," I said, "a recent car accident mangled his leg, and even though he shifted to heal it, infection has set into the bone and he's recently undergone a series of operations to fix it. He's been ordered to keep off his leg as much as possible, in either wolf or human form."
Which is why he'd been limping when he'd confronted me at the truck accident. And why he'd looked so beaten up.
Lyndal stared at us. "How do you know all that, when even we didn't?"
"We're guardians," Rhoan said blithely. "We know all sorts of shit."
Evin raised an eyebrow, amusement warring with concern. "That doesn't alter the fact that the minute we get close enough, they'll know we're not Blake and warn the pack."
"Which is where this comes in," Quinn said, and raised the bag he was carrying. "It's a jammer. The minute I switch it on, all phones and radios will cease to work. And as we drive up, they will see Blake, not us."
Evin stared at him. "You can do that?"
"Easily."
"Wow." He swallowed. Obviously, no one had ever told him just how powerful old vampires could be.
"Besides," I added, "Rhoan and I walking onto the pack land will catch their attention and give you time. Blake won't order us to be shot immediately. He'll want the whole pack to witness our defeat."
"But - "
"It'll be fine. We'll be fine. And you and Lyndal will be safe - Quinn will make sure of it." I glanced at my watch. We were cutting it fine. Jack had his end of the whole show - arresting all various siblings and offspring who weren't currently on pack land - set to go at six, and it'd take us nearly an hour to get onto Jenson lands.
"Now stop worrying, get in the car, and get us there."
"I'm not worried about me and Lyndal," he said, but climbed into the car and started it up.
It was a quiet journey out. I sat in the back between Lyndal and Quinn, with Quinn's arm draped loosely around my shoulders and his fingers gently caressing my arm. It was comforting, that touch, and yet it gave me strength.
I'd spent most of my life avoiding the confrontation I was now driving toward, and it was damned good to know that I wasn't doing it alone.
Was I scared?
Hell, yeah.
I'd seen wolf fights. I was well aware of how bloody they could get. How deadly. And while I had faith in both my fighting skills and Rhoan's, I wasn't trusting fate. I wasn't blithely walking in there thinking everything would go our way.
We would both get hurt doing this, I knew that.
But deep inside me, there also burned a hunger to be done with it.
This was the last step in washing my hands of my old life. From now on, I could focus on me, Quinn, Rhoan and Liander, and the pack and the life we were creating for ourselves.
And more than anything else, that's what drove me past the fear.
