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“I knew they’d find me eventually,” West said. “I tried to convince myself otherwise, but I always knew Orson considered me unfinished business.” His gaze met mine. “You should leave, Clay. This isn’t your fight.”
“It isn’t Sage’s fight either, but now you’ve brought it to her doorstep.” My response was sharper than I’d intended.
West squeezed the fae’s hand. “Clay’s right. I’m sorry, Sage. I shouldn’t have come here.”
Another howl. The sound made my blood run cold.
“Let her help, West.”
“She has no reason to help me,” West said. “I’m the one who accused her of being trouble for the town, and here I am bringing danger to our doorstep, just like she said.”
It hadn’t occurred to me that he’d feel guilty about his own hypocrisy.
“I don’t hold it against you,” I said. “You care about Fairhaven, I get that.”
“We all do,” Sage added. “And you’re the pack leader. A threat to you is a threat to Fairhaven.”
West rose to his feet. “Everybody stays inside.”
Sage jumped up to stand in front of him. “You can’t go out there.”
“What would you have me do? Hide behind you so they have to break inside and kill three women to get to me?”
“I’ve lived too long to die for you,” Gran yelled.
Sage clenched her hands into fists. “Nobody’s asking you to sacrifice yourself, Gran.”
“Good, because I won’t do it. I was just about to watch the first season of Good Omens.”
Glass splintered and cracked as a rock burst through the living room window. Sage kept her hands pressed against West’s broad chest in an effort to hold him in place.
“Weston Davies,” a gruff voice said in a loud voice. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
West winced. “That’s Jax.”
“I’d like to meet your old friend Jax.” I strode to the front door and stepped outside. The same five wolves from the trailer park now formed a semi-circle outside the cabin.
“Welcome to Fairhaven, fellas,” I said. “You seem to be in the wrong location. The tour for Wild Acres starts at the Falls.”
The werewolf I assumed was Jax spat on the ground. “Not here for a tour, little miss. We’re here for that yellow belly you’ve got stowed inside.”
Jax looked like he hadn’t sat in a barber’s chair in a decade. His brown hair was tied back in a thick braid. His facial hair culminated in a long beard that likely housed a small family of insects.
“What do you want with West?” I asked. “Did he do something wrong?” Men like Jax expected women to be stupid, so I’d happily play the part to my advantage.
“He stayed alive,” Jax replied. “That’s what he did wrong. Our alpha would like to correct that mistake.”
I took another step toward them, watching to see if any of them cowered in my presence. It happened on occasion to the weaker members of a pack.
The extraction team was apparently made of sterner stuff.
“West has built a life here and shown no interest in going back to whatever hole you crawled out of. Why not leave him be?”
“Not for me to decide,” Jax said. “The alpha wants him brought to justice.”
“Justice?” I was enraged on West’s behalf. “For what? The experience of watching someone slaughter his family?”
“His father was weak,” a second wolf shouted. “His whole line is weak, which he’s proving right now. We’re doing this pack a favor.”
