Soul of Flame (12 page)

Hotheaded he might be, but no one had ever called Ven stupid. He read the underlying message in the words the bear didn’t speak. It was a test of loyalty. Something had changed in the pack and there would be no more leeway given to isolated members. Drew had been keen to demonstrate he would be a better Alpha than his father, refusing to impose his will on the pack. No more, apparently.

“How, exactly, am I supposed to afford this?” An embarrassed flush heated his neck even though Gee knew all the nasty details of his dire personal circumstances. His parents had cleaned out what little remained in their bank account and left town in a trail of debts and broken promises. No one had expected Ven to take on the debt burden, but he’d insisted, trading free labor to local businesses left short when the Thornes had fled. He’d spent a summer bussing tables at The Den to settle his father’s tab.

“The pack will provide the necessary funding. Drew and Ryker have reviewed all existing security protocols and deemed this a priority requirement. Once the station is up and running, you can use the proceeds to support yourself. The accommodation is basic, but it’ll keep your fur dry.” Gee spoke with real seriousness. Ven realized he’d been well and truly boxed into a corner. The decision had been made and he would either have to go along with it or hit the road.

If they allowed him to leave.

If they decided he was a threat to the pack, then the hole in the ground Ryker had spoken of would become a reality.

“I’ll have to deal with people, talk to them. All. Fucking. Day.” He groaned, knowing he’d agreed to accept the deal. Gee clapped him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over in the process.

“I can’t wait.” The bear wore a shit-eating grin and Ven sighed deeply, he had no choice.

“I fucking hate you, Gee,” he snarled causing the bear to whoop with laughter as he lumbered off, following the path away from the clearing.