Terry Spear’s Wolf Bundle (45 page)

Darien swore their youngest brother could eat triple what they ate and still not gain an ounce. “I’ve got Uncle Sheridan and both of you checking things out. I’d rather keep it in the family.”

“Never know when another mind or two can help give us a lead,” Jake said.

Darien ignored his brother’s comment. All he needed was for the details of this mess to get out to other gray packs. “Anything else I need to know about?” Darien stabbed a sausage with his fork.

“Fall festival starts today. Are you going to open the ceremony like you did last year?”

Darien gave Jake a dark look.

Jake’s lips curved upward slightly. “Everyone expects you to be there. But it’s your call.”

With everything else that had gone on, he’d forgotten about it, and he wasn’t interested. But running the town brought responsibilities he couldn’t ignore. “What time?”

“Ten o’clock.”

“I’ve barely had time to supervise the factory since the shootings began. And I haven’t had a chance to check in at the mine at all.”

“Everything’s running smoothly,” Tom said. “Both Jake and I have been keeping an eye on things. Everyone’s doing what needs to be done.”

Thank god he had brothers who could be counted on.

His eyes sparkling with humor, Jake cleared his throat. “Do we need to inform everyone who serves guard duty about Lelandi’s nighttime excursions?”

Tom’s brows shot up. “What exactly
did
I miss last night?”

Darien swore Tom already knew, but wanted him to reveal more of the details. Which he wasn’t about to do. He opened his mouth to speak, but Tom and Jake’s attention switched to the entryway from the living room. Darien turned around and saw Lelandi, his long flannel shirt reaching thigh-high, her legs and feet bare, her hands locked as if in prayer.

His gaze shifted to her hair, the sensuous curls garnering his full attention. He was unable to tear his gaze away from the beauty of her silky tresses. Even more red than her sister’s, less golden, more like the woman’s in his dream. How could he have not realized
she was the one? Because of the switched names and that Larissa had lied about the dreams, damn it.

“Ahem.” Jake said, breaking the spell.

She looked sweet, innocent, edible, her lips parting to speak. “I smelled the food and thought if I ate something, I’d feel more energetic.”

Tom hurried to escort her to his side of the table. Jake got her a plate and piled it high with eggs and sausages. Darien stared at her rumpled, shiny hair. No matter how much he didn’t want to show his feelings for the woman, he couldn’t block the emotions. Already he was hard as a rock, and he shifted uncomfortably under the table.

Lelandi sat in the seat Tom pulled out for her, and then he returned with a mug in hand, the coffeepot in the other. “Black?”

“Cream and sugar,” she said, her voice so demure, Darien suspected something was brewing in that pretty head of hers, and he bet he wouldn’t like it.

“I want to go to the fair.”

Not expecting that, Darien sat back hard against his chair. “Absolutely not.”

She furrowed her brow at him. “I feel one-hundred percent better, and I want to get out. I told you I’d be ready to run laps today.”

Tom grinned and saluted her with his coffee cup.

“Not after all that’s happened to you,” Darien said.

“That guy in the copper coat is still running loose,” Jake reminded them. “Mason thought he saw him running near here as a wolf last night.”

Darien frowned. “The answer is no. You’ll stay here and continue to recuperate.”

Sam called out from the foyer. “Everyone decent?”

Even Darien managed a small smile at the comment, although he was trying to maintain his hard line with Lelandi.

Sam stalked into the kitchen and cast Lelandi a broad smile. “You’re looking good.” He handed Darien a stack of mail. “Is Silva around?”

“Upstairs sleeping in my bed,” Jake said. Sam looked a little bothered. Jake added, “We’re playing musical beds. I had last guard duty. She slept in my bed while I was pulling duty.”

“Oh. I need her for the big opening ceremony. Free sodas for the first fifty customers.”

“First bedroom on the right,” Jake said. “We woke her and made her move six times last night.
I
don’t want to disturb her again, so be my guest.”

Sam hesitated.

Lelandi stood. “I’ll get her.”

“Sam can. Eat and get your strength back.” Darien lifted one of the envelopes off the table and frowned.

Lelandi plopped back down on the chair. “For what? So I can stay here and watch soaps all day? You won’t even let me go to the fair.”

“She could help Silva and me hand out the free sodas,” Sam offered. “We’d watch over her.”

“Sure, that would be fun.” Lelandi cut up her sausage. “I can serve drinks in between Silva and Sam. You wouldn’t have to post a guard for me for a few hours.”

“Where will you be set up?” Darien asked Sam, then lifted the envelope to his nose and breathed in deeply. His heart nearly exploded when he smelled Larissa’s scent on it.

“The tavern. I can make sure only the front door is accessible. Lelandi can stay behind the bar with me.”

Looking for a return address, Darien flipped the envelope over. None. He glanced up at Jake, who was watching Darien with concern. “All right. I want a guard on the place just in case.”

“Mitchell will do it,” Jake said.

Lelandi’s face brightened and Darien hoped to hell he wasn’t putting her in any more danger. But seeing her expression, he figured she’d feel better and heal faster if she got out of confinement for a while. He considered the envelope again, typewritten, so no clue there. But the postmark indicated it had been mailed from Wildhaven.

“Anything wrong, Darien?” Jake asked.

“Tom, get me a map of Colorado.”

“Sure thing.” Tom cast a questioning glance at Jake, missing out on what was going on.

“If you hear screaming and things being tossed about, you’ll know Silva wasn’t happy I woke her.” Sam grinned and then headed out of the kitchen.

“Where’s Peter? He should have come down with you when you joined us,” Darien said to Lelandi, his voice dark.

Lelandi shrugged and waved for Jake to get her some more coffee.

As much as Jake had acted annoyed with her, Darien was surprised to see his lips lift slightly, while he refilled her coffee mug. For being such a petite little thing, she sure had everyone wrapped around her will.

“Poor deputy was bone tired,” Lelandi said.

Jake gave her the coffee and headed for the doorway. “I’ll take care of it.”

Lelandi frowned at him. “Don’t be too rough on Peter. You’re overworking him.”

But Jake just stormed out of the kitchen.

“I’ll talk to that McKinley fellow and tell him you’re too busy to see him, Darien,” Tom said, returning with the map, but waited while Darien looked up the cities listed in the index. “What’s wrong?”

Darien looked up at Lelandi. “I got a letter postmarked Wildhaven. I wondered where it was and who might have sent the correspondence.”

“Wildhaven? Never heard of it,” Tom said.

But Lelandi looked peeked. She glanced at the envelope and dropped her fork on the table.

Darien seized his knife, slipped it underneath the envelope flap, and ripped.

Jake rejoined them. “I’ve spoken with Peter.” His gaze switched to the envelope and the map spread over the table. “What’s up?”

Pulling the letter out, Darien barely breathed. The paper was hers—a light rose color, her scent, her handwriting. “Larissa,” he said under his breath.

Dearest Darien,

If you’re reading this, I’m no longer of this world, and I regret I’ve brought you so much sorrow. I beg your forgiveness for lying about my family, about saying I had dream mated with you. I wasn’t your soul mate, but I wanted to care for you like you desired me, a love I didn’t have in my first mating. I wished with all my heart to be who you thought I was. When I found the right man, it was too late for me to take back what I’d
done to you. Now, all that matters is that you know the truth. My sister came into her first wolf’s heat after she was dream mated. Since you think it was me, I believe you’d truly seen my sister. Ask her, Darien. Don’t lose your true soul mate for what I’ve done. My sister will seek you out to avenge my death, and I plead with you with all my heart, if you ever loved me, you will protect her. She doesn’t think she needs your protection or anyone else’s, but she’ll be in grave danger as soon as I’m dead.

Whatever you do, do not turn her away. She had nothing to do with what happened between you and me, but I have harmed her greatly with what I have done. If nothing else, I pray you will protect her for my failings. I craved to be her, free, unattached, until you took me in. But now she’ll pay for my crime if you don’t help her.

Love me in death as you did in life by taking care of my blood, my sister, Lelandi.

Your mate, Larissa.

D
ARIEN
STARED
AT
L
ARISSA
’
S
LETTER
IN
DISBELIEF
,
HIS
whole body numb. He reread the note, trying to fathom the hidden meaning of her message.

He rose from his chair and walked out of the dining room. How could he have been so blind? The woman he’d mated had loved another? Who? He’d kill him.

Darien didn’t remember walking into his office, or sitting at his desk. He stared at the letter, and then clenching it, he hollered, “Jake!”

Jake entered the office, a look of confusion crossing his face.

“Get Lelandi in here, now.”

Jake’s brows raised, he quickly nodded, then closed the door.

Tom entered a minute later, his eyes wide. “What’s wrong, Darien? Jake says you’re ready to kill someone. Want me to sit in on the little talk?”

“No.”

“But—”

“No!”

His neck muscles tightening, Tom gave a brief nod. “You’re the boss.”

Jake ushered Lelandi into the room. She looked pale and her eyes quickly shifted from Darien to the floor.

Darien motioned to the love seat in his office, then gave his brothers a look that meant one thing.
Get out
and stay out!
Although he had no doubt they would loiter beyond his office door in case things got out of hand.

They both glanced at Lelandi as she took a seat, looking like they wanted to rescue her, then finally obliged by leaving the room and shutting the door.

Folding his arms across his chest, Darien tried to settle the fury in his blood before he spoke. “Tell me about Wildhaven, Bruin, your parents, the whole deal.”

She clenched her teeth and glowered at him. “Wildhaven’s my family’s name.”

“It’s the name of a town.”

“It’s my family’s name,” she reiterated, indignant.

“Then you’re a pack leader’s daughter? The Wildhavens settled the area? And both you and Larissa disobeyed him? Terrific. Then tell me about your family. All of it.”

Lelandi pulled the shirt lower, which drew his gaze to her bare legs. Instantly, he wanted to take her, confirm that she was indeed the one of his dreams, his soul mate. But her soft voice penetrated his lust-filled thoughts. She looked at the letter in his hands, then tilted her chin up.

“My father was a pack leader when I was a child but his people had died in flooding and mudslides that wiped out his town. A few, who were not relatives, took off to join other packs. Father was devastated, living like a mountain man for ten years with my mother, brother, sister, and me, until he felt the call of the pack and joined my mother’s reds. She was the pack leader’s daughter, and had fallen in love with my father at first sight. She tried to heal his inner self after the tragedy had struck his pack while we lived amongst her reds. But when her father died, a new and ruthless leader
took over. Most of her pack fled, and Bruin’s flourished. Father had been injured in the mudslide, a spinal injury, the kind that can permanently damage a
lupus garou.
And so he was confined to a wheelchair. He couldn’t fight for the pack, but he stubbornly refused leaving the land that was his ancestors’.”

“Being a born leader is hard to give up,” Darien said, the fury quieting in his blood. But he couldn’t believe how her father would have cared more about the land than his own family.

“He challenged the leader, yet couldn’t lead. The natural disaster in his town hadn’t been his fault, yet until he died, he blamed himself. The pack leader’s brother wanted either my sister or me for a mate. We were descendents of the first leader lines of Wildhaven, and since our pack leader, Bruin, was already mated, his brother took Larissa for his own. Bruin figured it would get my father in line if he gave up one of his daughters. My father assumed my sister was the best choice because she was a lot more…even-tempered than me. He feared if Crassus bullied me, I’d attempt to kill him. And I tried, once.”

Darien opened his mouth to speak, but she shook her head. “It was a foolhardy venture. Do you and your brothers have a…well, a connection?”

Darien frowned. “I’m not sure what you’re asking.”

“I could sense when Larissa’s emotions were out of control. When she was angry, or hurt, when she was terrified. We shared the ability to detect extreme emotions in the other. Every time Crassus beat her, if she was within a fifty-mile radius of where I was, I knew. Can you imagine knowing someone is beating
your sibling half to death, and you can do nothing to stop him?”

Thor almighty, and he’d considered sending her back to her pack? He’d kill the bastard first. “Lelandi—”

“Four times, I allowed it. I told my father, but he could only speak to Bruin, who denied his brother’s cruelty. The fifth time I felt my sister’s pain, her emotions running from sheer terror to hating the bastard, I couldn’t allow it to go on any longer. But I wasn’t prepared to face him. I barged into their home and found my sister’s face bruised and battered. Sobbing, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with pain and horror. Horror because I’d be next to suffer the brute’s beatings. Jumping onto the bastard’s back when he took another swing at her, I yanked at his long hair and reached around and gouged his face. I tried to strangle him. But I don’t remember what happened afterward. A few days later, I woke to find myself at home in bed with a concussion, a broken arm, and collarbone.”

She lifted her eyes to Darien, but they weren’t filled with tears as he’d expected. Hatred burned brightly in the jade gems. And he couldn’t blame her. His blood craved revenge. No
lupus garou
would ever touch a woman like that in his pack and get away with it. She looked so vulnerable he wanted to pull her into his arms, and for a minute, he hesitated. If he attempted to console her, he feared she’d quit talking. And he needed to hear her whole story.

Hell, he couldn’t bear to look at her and not do something. He rose from his chair, and she looked ready to bolt. With a couple of lengthy strides, he crossed the floor and took her hand, then sat down beside her.
He wanted to embrace her hard, give her his strength because she looked so peaked, but her back remained rigid. He sat beside her on the leather love seat, opting to hold her hand instead.

“Tell me all of it, Lelandi.”

“She shouldn’t have suffered such cruelty at the hands of the beast. Crassus told me if my sister died, he’d take me for his own. I didn’t perceive the threat lightly. But my father didn’t believe Crassus would kill Larissa to have me.” She pulled away from Darien, her eyes sad as her gaze dropped to the floor. “For a couple of weeks, my sister seemed to tolerate the forced marriage. I think Bruin had told him to lay off because I was a witness, and he’d pummeled me so badly also. Like a sickness he couldn’t control, Crassus beat her again a week later, and she told me she had to find herself.”

Darien swore softly under his breath. He had meant to tell her pack where she was as a goodwill gesture, but now he had every intention of crushing the brute who’d made the women suffer.

“When I asked what she meant, she said, ‘You know, get a hobby or something.’ She meant to run away. I didn’t realize that until she’d been gone several weeks. Crassus hid the fact she’d run away, probably figuring he’d find her before anybody knew she had left him for good.”

“He won’t hurt you again, Lelandi. I promise. But if Bruin was your pack leader and Crassus was Larissa’s mate, who’s Leidolf?”

Lelandi’s eyes widened. “My brother. How did you learn about him?”

“Deputy Sheriff Smith from Green Valley said your leader was looking for you.”

“Leidolf’s a pack leader? Where?”

“Portland, Oregon.”

“Did you tell him I’m here?”

Darien shook his head. “No. I didn’t know who the hell he was.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want me to tell him?”

She hesitated. “He’ll want me to join his pack.”

Darien leaned back into the love seat. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She took a deep breath and toyed with the hem of the shirt, her fingers skimming her bare skin. “You might as well hear everything I’ve got to say about my pack. Bruin kept his pack in line and didn’t tolerate any rebellion. I feared he’d seek revenge against the rest of us when Larissa ran away. Then my father and mother died in a fiery car accident.”

“Murder.”

She gave a little
hmpf.
“No doubt.”

“But you received flowers from your parents.”

“Someone’s sick joke. Bruin kept me under guard, stating he would declare Larissa dead and have me mated to his brother. I received the letters from Larissa, one for me, and the other for you, and escaped the night before I was to be mated with Crassus, dropping the letter for you at the post office on my way out of Wildhaven.”

Darien threw Larissa’s letter to him onto the coffee table. Lelandi’s eyes lit on it. “Why the charade? Why did she claim to be you?”

“She was mated; I was not. She probably thought if she took my identity, no one would find out who she was, but if they did, they would discover Lelandi wasn’t
mated. But she fell in love. You were obviously good to her when Crassus wasn’t. She wanted what others had, what our parents had had.”

He grunted. “She wasn’t in love with me. No bond existed between us. Now she’s dragged you into this mess.”

“Knowing my sister, she probably thought you’d want me like you wanted her. Then you could take care of me, and I’d be good for you.” Lelandi shrugged. “That’s what I figure anyway. She was more of a dreamer than me. I tend to be totally realistic.”

“Uh-huh. So you’re saying you and your sister didn’t cook this whole scheme up so you could be my newest mate.” After all that her sister had pulled, he didn’t know what to really think.

Lelandi stood up from the couch so suddenly she wavered a minute, but then her eyes glowed with fury and her face flushed. “You may think all women are after you, Darien Silver, you…you arrogant bastard. But I have no desire to mate with you or any other gray.”

She turned and stormed toward the door. Yanking it open, she gasped to see his brothers in the doorway, then shoved past them.

“Watch her, Tom.” Darien motioned for Jake to come in, grabbed the letter, and walked back to his desk.

Sitting in his chair, Darien still couldn’t believe his mate had been the daughter of leaders on both her mother’s and father’s sides of the family, a rare and highly prized quality in a mate. Which made him wonder why one of the pack members hadn’t already claimed Lelandi. He also considered the despicable possibility that the sisters’ parents had been murdered.
One thing he knew, Lelandi wouldn’t be safe until he figured out who killed his mate. And Lelandi was his whether she believed she was his soul mate now or not. Plus, he would deal with this Crassus sooner or later. The bastard would come for Lelandi, if he assumed she’d be his mate. The red was a walking dead man. His pack leader brother, too, if he interfered.

Darien let out his breath in exasperation. “Did you check into the factory’s accounts, Jake?”

“Yep, like you suspected. Larissa was siphoning off money.”

“To pay a blackmailer.”

“Most likely.”

“How much?”

Jake pulled out a notepad and flipped to a page. “Nine-hundred and fifty-two dollars the first month. Tried to make it look like a strange amount to fit in with some of the purchases for supplies in the tanning processes. A thousand, sixty-five the next month. Went up to eleven-hundred and some change. Each month it went up, until her death, and then the withdrawals stopped. Hosstene said your name was on the checks so she never considered anything was wrong with them.”

Darien shook his head.

“Can I see the letter?”

After passing it to his brother, he watched as Jake read it slowly.

“Do you think it’s just a matchmaking venture?” Jake asked.

“What with the attempts on Lelandi’s life? Nope. Then we have the stalker in the copper-hooded jacket to consider. The blackmailer won’t want to get caught.
Find out if anyone had been getting some extra monthly pocket money. And if anyone’s been throwing around more money than usual, or has let anything slip.”

“What about this business with Larissa’s former mate?”

“He’s a dead man.”

Jake nodded. “The red pack won’t like it that you took his mate, then want to fight him for Lelandi.”

“Then they shouldn’t have allowed the bastard to beat on their women.”

Jake set the letter on the desk. “Larissa says there’s someone else—”

A rapid knock sounded on the door.

“Come in,” Darien said.

Tom shoved the door open, his eyes excited. He grinned.

“Why aren’t you watching—”

“Uncle Sheridan caught that copper-hooded guy skulking around the leather goods factory again. He sure didn’t get far.”

Darien nearly knocked his chair through the wall he got up so fast.

Tom quickly added, “You can’t talk to him.”

“Why the hell not?”

“He’s a real fighter and the boys got so riled when they tried to subdue him, they knocked him unconscious. Doc said it would be several hours before anyone could question him now.”

“Can’t anyone do anything right? Who’s watching Lelandi?”

“Sam’s watching her.”

“Whatever anyone does, don’t let her know we caught the guy.”

Tom’s face fell. “Mason told both Sam and me in front of her.”

“Shit.” Darien stormed out of the office, expecting to find a hysterical Lelandi like she’d been in the car when they’d first gone after the man. Instead, he found her quietly sitting on the couch, staring at the coffee table. Which worried him more than when she was misbehaving.

Darien crouched in front of Lelandi, trying to use his most persuasive tone of voice. “Who is he?”

She looked up at him, eyes glaring. “He’s my mate.”

Swearing under his breath, Darien rose to his full height. “Doc examined you and found you’re a virgin, so try another story.”

Sam and Darien’s brothers chuckled, but Lelandi’s cheeks grew sunburn red. “Who the hell gave him permission to examine me?”