Summit of the Wolf (9 page)

“Oh, you mean besides the pack war that killed one of our brothers?”

Morgan put her fork down and pushed away from the table. Here we go.

“I have a question,” Alexis snarled.

“Alexis,” Dean warned.

“No. I think I have a right to know. Were you tucked away in some hidey hole, nice and safe, while Brandon was dying for you?”

“Alexis!” Jonathan scolded her, but it was too late. The words were already out, and the table grew quiet. The only sound was the low and steady growl emitting from deep inside Grey’s chest. No human eyes looked back from anyone at the table save, Lana, Sarah, and Alexis. She had harped on a topic still fresh and devastating, and her words had conjured the monsters to the surface. Morgan put a hand on Grey’s leg to steady him. For the hundredth time, she imagined Brandon’s cold, lifeless eyes staring back at her. She closed her eyes tightly and their already straining bond completely closed.

Dean was the one to speak, emotion thick in his voice. “You have no idea what went on that day, Alexis, and it is none of your business anymore. Since you keep bringing it up, however, I will tell you what you want to know. Morgan fought with us. She killed as many as Grey or I did defending our packs, and she did it human. The wolf who killed Brandon? Morgan killed him with her bare hands to avenge him. It’s where she got all of the scars on her arms.” His voice was so low and threatening that no one said a word. The table groaned as he leaned his weight forward. “If you keep making everyone uncomfortable every time you are around us, you won’t be welcome to spend time with us anymore. Is that understood?”

Though her eyes were still defiant, Alexis nodded slightly. Dean got up and walked off. Rachel threw Alexis a dirty look and stood to follow her mate. Morgan blinked in an attempt to keep the moisture building in her eyes. Alexis’s gaze trailed from her maimed arms to her face, and a cruel smile twisted her lips.

* * * *

Grey trusted Morgan to handle herself in these situations. His interference would only make her angry if she felt like she couldn’t defend herself in pack Politics, but watching someone intentionally hurt her while he sat back sent a slow boil into his gut he had no outlet for. Wolf wanted blood as payment for offenses against his mate.

Grey strode silently beside her, but his hands quaked with the urge to release his rage. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured.

She watched him go, but it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t coop Wolf up in a cabin with such turmoil. He jogged to escape her worry. She had shut their bond down, but he was still close enough that he could almost taste her stress. Cutting herself off from him had only given Wolf more rein with no soothing touch of his mate to settle him.

The forest would provide escape from the blackness that covered everything inside of him. There, he found a sturdy tree and beat on it until flecks of blood shot from his fists with every blow.

With swollen and bloodied knuckles, he ran his hands through his hair in irritation and slid his back against the injured tree. He hadn’t realized what a burden she had been carrying simply because Wolf couldn’t see it. Since the Formal Challenges and the pack war, Wolf had been running the show, and Grey’s emotional human side had been pushed far back into the deep recesses of his mind.

Their argument had left him uneasy. He thought he was doing a better job of hiding his struggle with Wolf from her, but his intuitive mate had noticed right away. He had justified Wolf manipulating an obscene amount of face-time because it was necessary. It kept the ghosts of his victims at bay, unable to affect him. If his mate couldn’t see it, and if he hid it well enough, the problem didn’t exist. Except it did. Wolf was taking more and more control lately, and there was no longer balance between his human side and the beast. There never really had been, but his control shouldn’t be slipping this badly. His weakness was failing Morgan. He had to figure out a way to fix things with her, and then he had to work on a way to compromise with Wolf. Easier said.

When he got back to the cabin, Morgan had tucked Lana into one of the bottom bunk beds for a nap, and Marissa was sleeping in the bed above her. It had been a long night for everyone. Morgan was curled up in their bed, facing the wall, and her shoulders shook with grief that didn’t reach his ears. She had opened their bond again, and her sadness washed over him like acid rain.

He slid into bed behind her, curling around her body and hugging her tightly into the warmth of his. “How you hanging in there, Little Wolf?”

Morgan sniffled. “Sometimes I feel like I hate her. I don’t understand where she is coming from, or why she is so angry. She says things to hurt me, and I don’t know why she puts so much effort into making me look bad. She has a mate, who actually seems like a decent guy. She has a pack. She should be happy. I just wish she would move on. Every bitter comment on top of what she did to me just seems horribly unfair.”

“Sometimes I think I hate her too, but instead of sometimes, it’s all of the time.”

Morgan laughed thickly, and relief sang from her. It washed over him like a cleansing rain.

He kissed her neck softly. “Why don’t I ask Rachel and Dean to watch over Marissa and Lana, and we’ll go for a hike. Sound good?” he asked. His need to be close to her again after their earlier distance was a pain that needed relief.

Her smile was infectious. “Sounds perfect. I could use a distraction.”

Grey held his hand out with that crooked smile that said it was only them. Morgan laughed and slid her fingertips against his. He was consuming when he was like this. There was no hurry in his gait, and languidly they made their way down the trail that led to a small lake to the east of the mountain cabins.

The forest was alive with birdsong and small wildlife, and the pine needle-blanketed trail made for a silent hike. Statuesque trees lined the trail, and after about a mile, she got her first glimpse of the lake through the woods. Grey froze with a knowing smile on his lips and put a finger to his mouth. She crept closer, stalking unwitting prey. Brent and Sarah sat quietly on a large rock near the edge of the water. They talked as if they had known each other for years. Morgan grabbed her mate’s hand and pulled him away from the laughing couple. They’d have to find their privacy elsewhere.

Farther up the mountain, the trail forked. One path would lead back to the cabins and one would lead deeper into the pine-crested forest. The trail eventually widened to a huge, open slope. Abandoned ski lifts waved in the wind above their heads, and rocky terrain that would serve as an obstacle signified a difficult slope. The turn in seasons had made it look almost unrecognizable from what it likely looked like covered in snow. Flowers and gently waving grass peeked out from between the rocks, and the mountainside was such a vibrant green, it nearly hurt her eyes with its beauty. She inhaled, taking in the earth’s heady scent, as she stretched and flexed unused muscles.

Halfway up the mountain, Grey paused. “Do you want to Change with me? We won’t get too many chances to run together, just you and me.”

She answered him by pulling off her shirt and heading deeper into the woods in search of more privacy. She could almost feel his gaze follow her until she was out of sight behind a group of trees. Unhurried, she folded her clothes up neatly at the base of a mossy evergreen tree. She Changed slowly.

As she emerged from the edge of the woods, Grey sat patiently against a large boulder. Only he was Wolf, and the contrast of his black fur made his eyes shine even brighter. He probably hadn’t even moved. What kind of magic had been born the day he was Changed to allow him such speed? She sauntered over to him, then rubbed down his side and swished her tail teasingly in his face. He stuck his nose deeply into the pale fur at her neck, spending time with her scent. She trotted off a few steps before she turned in invitation.
Come play.
He followed easily. She took off running faster and faster until she couldn’t differentiate between her footfall and Grey’s. He was a large wolf, much larger than her, and though he could have taken and passed her whenever he wanted, he sweetened the thrill of the chase instead by remaining at her hip.

A jumble of feelings came across their bond. Grey was happily drowning in her smell, and a mash of excitement and need drifted to her. The smell of his pheromones and testosterone and excitement were enough to make her dizzy, like the best shot of tequila she’d ever had. He was relishing in the change of her scent, and the mixture of their feelings over the bond was so arousing it made it impossible for her to jump the fallen log across their path. She skidded to a stop so abruptly, he ran into her hind end.

She turned unsteadily to go around it, but he nuzzled her fur and nipped at her neck in a playful fight. Her breath quickened, and she froze to allow him to caress her as he wanted. His excitement spurred hers on, and her wolf danced with his devoted nearness. When she moved, he moved with her. She backed away from him, teasing, and he followed her faithfully. She nipped at his face, and he growled playfully. She lay down and rolled onto her back, tail wagging as he buried a snuffling nose into her stomach. He put a large paw over her chest to keep her down and started cleaning her face, slowly and methodically until she felt entranced by his affections.

It was empowering that such a big and beautiful creature loved only her. She stood and shook herself off. Grey rose to follow her when she padded behind the fallen tree, but she gave a soft growl. Stay there.

When she came back around the tree, she was human again, naked with her wavy dark hair cascading down her shoulders and back. Black and white images came across their bond as he drank her in. Pictures of the way he saw her. The scar Alexis had left down the front of her thigh was still there, her skin uneven and red. It was a scar she would always bear, no matter how powerful her werewolf healing was. Her stomach was flat, and his fresh brand on her arm was small but dark. Angry, red claw marks marred the insides of her forearms, and a long, silver scar connected her scalp to her hairline. And yet somehow his vision made every imperfection into something beautiful. Physical proof of her struggles and perseverance.

He rushed toward her, quickly Changing from wolf to man in time to hold her in his arms and kiss her fiercely. She pulled back and spun him around, throwing off his balance as she pushed him down onto the fallen tree. She climbed onto his lap, ignoring the tree bark that dug into tender knees and shins.

Morgan pressed herself firmly against him and could feel him hardening between her legs. Determined to be the one to set the pace, she rocked gently and kissed him slowly. Grey let out a delicious groan that sent shivers down her spine as gooseflesh prickled her skin. After everything that had happened to her, she needed a moment where she felt in control of something—of anything.

She pulled back slightly, and he opened his eyes to look at her through a brilliant and steady gold. Morgan slowed her rhythm even as it was obvious her mate was ready to be inside of her. He let out an impatient growl, low and steady, and though it excited her, she wouldn’t let Wolf have his way. Not this time.

“Wolf, how do you know you won’t like it if you never try it?” She couldn’t look away from the brilliance of his gaze. “Do it for me,” she said, lifting herself up and sliding over him.

She only lowered herself halfway before she lifted off him again, teasing. She lowered herself again and again, but never accepted all of him. He looked away from her first by burying his head into her chest. His breath shook, and his fingers gripped onto her legs as his control slipped.

His hands slid up her back and pulled firmly down on her shoulders before she even registered she was losing ground. He thrust into her, emitting a satisfied groan. Morgan let out a warning growl, and he stilled.

“I need this,” she said breathily.

A hint of blue finally shone through the steady gold. It was as much of a yes as she would get. He let go of her shoulders and slid his palms down to rest them on top of her thighs.

She pulled off him slowly, punishing him for his impatience. She tasted his lips, nipping at his lower one before making a trail of kisses down his neck. She was lost in the sound of her raggedly whispered name on his breath.

“Please,” he begged. His voice tapered off into a tortured whisper. “Please, Morgan, please.”

She shivered at the sound of his pleading voice, and thrust down decidedly, taking all of him. He gripped her legs tightly but she felt no pain. The pulsing of his body deep within her brought her own climax, so potent she gripped him close for minutes longer.

Light filtered through the thick branches and speckled their bare skin. She leaned her cheek against the strength of his shoulders and traced the beautiful pattern across his flesh. Dripping with satisfaction, he kissed her tenderly, and then lowered them gently to the ground.

* * * *

Morgan woke to the shadows of the trees lengthening across their bodies. From the direction of the tapering sunlight, they had slept at least a couple of hours. Grey stirred when she did, ever the light sleeper, and he smiled and rolled closer. The curve of her small body tucked perfectly into the crook of his larger one. He leaned on one elbow and opened his mouth to say something, but froze. Grey Changed instantly, scratching her accidentally across the stomach as he did. A fearsome snarl ripped through his bared teeth, and she jerked her head to the threat. Two wolves stared unapologetically at her body from the edge of the tree line. Panic snaked through her as she searched for something, anything, to cover her body from their uninvited and prying eyes.

Grey stepped over her as they inched closer. A snarl rattled from his lips as he pulled them farther back to reveal razor-sharp teeth that seemed even whiter against the midnight black of his body. His look promised death, and the intruders backed off slowly. They cowered and slunk away with lowered heads and tails.

As soon as she stood, Grey immediately led her back down the trail to their waiting piles of clothes. They must have followed the smell from there.