Page 3 of Due North


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I glance back to see if her mate is keeping watch, but the woods she came from are still. As if not even the creatures of the night would dare follow her.

Every sense I have is heightened in her presence. I’ve been waiting too long for this moment to squander it now. I leap into motion behind her, following her to the same circle where she watched me embarrass Bryant’s best earlier.

“You’re not here to train,” she says, walking to the center of the circle.

I stop shy of joining her in the circle. “No, I’m not.”

“You were hoping to impress the Alpha?” she guesses.

“I was hoping to impress the Luna.” I study her body language as she stiffens. I know her peculiar scent has brought a lot of unwanted attention her way, and I can see the way she misunderstands my interest. “You can come back to me tomorrow with the Alpha by your side if you would like.”

It’s a calculated risk, one that pays off when she narrows her eyes.

“Step into the ring with me, and then tell me if you still think I need a chaperone on my own land.”

I’m not exactly looking to spar with a female, but I’m not in a position to turn her offer down either. She came here of her own accord to seek me out. If I’m lucky, her curiosity might loosen her tongue.

I slink across the line that marks the training circle. I would worry about her sanity coming out here alone with me if I hadn’t already noted how thin the cabin walls are. All she would have to do is raise her voice and every trainee Bryant has would be out here to protect her.

“Did you come out here looking for me?” I already know the answer, but I’m curious to know why. I expected to leave an impression, but not the kind that brings a Luna out alone at night to scope me out.

She nods.

It takes me a second to realize she’s not answering me. She’s gesturing for me to start our sparring match. I return her nod and then make a big fucking mistake.

I underestimate the Luna of the Anchorage Lake Pack.

In the brief second I hesitate, she moves her hand like a whip. Light flows from her grasp and hits the ground, making the earth shudder. The land beneath my feet cracks, unexpectedly knocking me on my ass.

I blink up at her as she strolls over with a calmness I’ve never seen in the ring. Hell, I’d be calm too if I could do… whatever the fuck she just did.

I press my palms to the ground and start to stand. She puts a hand out, but she’s not offering me a hand up. Vibrant green glows up from her palm. I don’t know what the hell it is, but I definitely don’t want it touching me. I freeze in place.

“You’ll have to check that ego if you’re planning to join our pack.” There’s a margin of respect in her eyes. I earned that today in my fight, but she’s happy to put me back in my place now.

I climb to my feet, careful to avoid her outstretched hand. “I’m not interested in your pack.”

The thought that I would ever be one of them is vaguely amusing.

“Bryant figures you’re a rogue, not from any pack out west.” She bounces that weird orb of light in her hand. It’s becoming a distraction, my eyes following the motion carefully.

“That’s right.” I didn’t try hard to hide it. I’ve been rogue for a long time.

“So if you’re not looking to join us, what are you doing on my pack land, Paxton Glass?”

She flicks that power source toward me, flecks breaking off to hit the dark skin of my arms like shards of glass. It’s not overly painful, but I recognize the warning for what it is. I’m intrigued by her power but not enough to forget why I came.

“The Anchorage Lake Pack has something that belongs to me.”

She raises an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Your sister.”

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Paxton

The skin of my cheek burns as I lean against the wall to wait. I was going for the element of surprise blurting out that I’m prowling for the elder Jarreau sibling. Instead, I got the surprise.

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