Werewolf in Alaska: A Wild About You Novel (24 page)

“I’ll help you with the dishes first.”

“Never mind the dishes, Jake. Let’s get this over with.” That was harsh, but damn it, every word out of his mouth since they’d sat down to breakfast had made her feel like a second-class citizen. She wouldn’t tolerate that, not even from the one she loved.

Jake took the hint and left the dishes. The trip over to his cabin was made in silence, a heartbreaking contrast to the closeness they’d felt all through the night. But Rachel felt Jake moving away from her and closer to his new pack. They wouldn’t want him to have close ties to a human female. Jake might choose to give up that little mental telepathy trick they’d discovered last night.

The Hunters’ SUV was parked in front of Jake’s cabin when they arrived, and that irritated Rachel even more. They were too blasted eager, in her estimation. Jake had lived in Polecat for many years, and they seemed ready to pluck him out of there as if he had no roots in the community.

So maybe it was a human community and not one of their precious Were packs. Rachel realized her attitude was deteriorating rapidly, but the sight of that black SUV sitting in front of Jake’s cabin got her back up. They had to know she’d be bringing Jake home, and apparently they didn’t trust her to deposit him and leave.

When she pulled in beside the SUV, Jake cleared his throat. “You can just drop me off.”

“I don’t intend to do that, Jake.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I drop you off and drive away, it’ll look like I turned tail and ran away from those two werewolves. I realize I’m not supposed to know they’re werewolves, but I do, and I don’t want them to think I was intimidated by them.”

“Does it matter what they think?”

She glanced at him. “It does to me. At this point, I represent my fellow humans. I’m an emissary for my species.”

“All right, then. Let’s go over and say hello.” He opened the passenger door, picked up his duffel, and stepped down.

“Fine.” She climbed down from the driver’s side. She hadn’t been expecting to meet the Hunters when she brought Jake back around the lake, so she hadn’t taken much time with her appearance.

But as she walked around the front of her truck toward their vehicle, she reminded herself that she was an internationally recognized artist. Collectors from all over the world, including a few werewolves, according to Jake, gladly paid high sums to have her work in their homes and office buildings.

She didn’t know what the Hunters had going for them, but she refused to let them treat her like some riffraff that the heir to the Hunter throne had been dallying with. Jake loved her, even if he might not ever admit that to them. Maybe he shouldn’t, come to think of it. She was still a little worried about the dungeon and the maggot-infested crusts of bread.

The Hunters, who were apparently gifted with good manners, got out of their SUV to greet Rachel and Jake. They both wore designer sunglasses. Ann smiled at Jake first and Rachel second, but that wasn’t so surprising. She knew Jake better. They had history.

Bruce was more reserved. He shook hands with Jake without smiling and nodded in Rachel’s direction. Bruce telegraphed brisk efficiency, as if he hoped they could dispense with the pleasantries and get this show on the road.

Rachel wasn’t inclined to indulge him in that. “We didn’t have much time to chat yesterday,” she said, directing her conversation mostly to Ann. “But I’m thrilled that Jake is reconnecting with family again. I’m sure he’s missed that.”

“His family has missed him, too,” Ann said. “Having him back in Idaho will be wonderful.”

“I’m sure it will be.” Having him leave Polecat would be quite a bit less than wonderful, but that was her problem.

“We should probably get in there and start packing,” Bruce said in an ill-disguised attempt to move Rachel along.

Rachel chose to let herself be moved. “Yep, don’t want to hold you up.” She had no interest in a prolonged visit with these two. “I should be going, anyway. I have an important project to finish, so it’s time I got to work.” She glanced at Jake and her heart constricted. His jaw was clenched as if anticipating a blow. She understood the feeling.

She stepped closer to him. He’d worn his sunglasses, so she couldn’t see his eyes. Might be just as well. “Take care of yourself,” she said softly.

His voice was husky. “You, too.”

She turned and fled. Hearing the grief in those two words nearly destroyed her. Somehow she got her truck started. By some miracle nobody was on the road, because she backed onto it without looking and peeled out.

She didn’t remember the drive back around the lake, but somehow she pulled into the parking spot beside the path leading to her cabin. Leaving her truck, she hurried down the path, fighting tears all the way. She didn’t dare break down. Lionel would show up in less than thirty minutes, and she instinctively knew that if she let go, she’d still be crying when he arrived.

I love you, Rachel.

The words brought her to a screeching halt. She looked around, almost expecting to see Jake. But of course he wasn’t here. He was at his cabin with Ann and Bruce.

Yet he’d sent her a message with the words he hadn’t been able to say before she’d left. Taking a calming breath, she focused all her attention on him and returned the favor.
I love you, Jake.

Warmth enveloped her, as if he’d mentally wrapped his arms around her. She knew that in his mind, he had.

Then he sent one more word winging over the lake.
Always.

She concentrated on him with all her might.
Yes, my love. Always.
And that would have to sustain her. Walking toward her cabin, she vowed that it would.

She hadn’t locked up because she’d known she was coming right back. As she opened the front door, she thought about the breakfast dishes waiting for her. She might not be able to face them without breaking down.

So she’d leave them. Might as well walk straight out the back door and over to her shop. Work would help. It always did.

She’d taken two steps in that direction when she heard a soft noise behind her. And something didn’t smell right, either. Maybe she was developing Were sensitivities.

She started to turn around, but before she could, someone grabbed her from behind. She would have screamed, but a hand holding an acrid-smelling cloth covered her nose and mouth with a grip like iron. She struggled for only a second before everything went black.

Ann and Bruce had come armed with packing boxes and offered to tackle that job. Jake hadn’t moved in years, so he gladly turned the chore over to them. He was about to call a local real estate agent about selling the cabin when he had the strangest feeling, as if his contact with Rachel had been abruptly cut off.

Although she hadn’t sent him any more messages after her last one, he’d still sensed a connection humming between them. Now there was nothing, as if the line had gone dead.

Well, maybe that’s the way she wanted it. Because her dramatic exit had meant they’d left important words unsaid, he’d sent them to her telepathically. When she’d returned his message, his heartache had eased a little.

Hers might have, too. If so, she’d probably retreated to gather her forces. Maybe she’d gone out to her shop and immersed herself in her work. He could picture her doing that.

If plunging back into normal life helped her, then he didn’t want to interfere with that. In fact, he might as well do the same. He made his call to the real estate agent, who arranged to come right out with the necessary papers.

Considering how long Jake had lived in Polecat, he was surprised at how quickly his connection to the community could be severed. A couple of phone calls to the utilities took care of that. Once the real estate agent arrived and he’d signed the listing papers, he’d be cut loose from his former home.

The way Ann and Bruce were working, they’d have him packed up in no time. They’d convinced him to leave everything except his clothes and his food. They’d even talked him out of taking any of his books.

While both of them were busy in the kitchen sorting through the cupboards, he glanced over the books and decided they were right about leaving them. He’d read all the paperbacks and didn’t plan to read them again. He wouldn’t need Alaskan hiking-trail information anymore.

And now was the time to jettison
Alaskan Artisans of Today.
He should take Rachel’s note out, though. He didn’t want some stranger to find it and sell it on eBay. But the note wasn’t there. He riffled through the pages, thinking he might have tucked it in a different section.

Finally he turned the book upside down and shook it. No note. Okay, that was strange. Or . . . maybe not. He thought of all the snooping Rachel had done prior to his coming home from San Francisco. She’d probably noticed this book. If she’d opened it and found her note, she might have taken it out, planning to ask him about it eventually.

With all they’d had going on, it was no wonder she’d forgotten the note. Come to think of it, she still had his favorite T-shirt, too. He’d noticed it draped over one of her dining chairs this morning and had meant to stuff it in the plastic bag with the other dirty clothes. But their discussion during breakfast had become awkward and she’d been eager to get him out of there. He hadn’t remembered to grab the shirt.

“If you’re considering taking that book, I would advise against it.”

Jake glanced up to discover Bruce gazing at him from the kitchen doorway. “It’s an expensive book.” Jake hadn’t planned to take it, but he didn’t care for Bruce’s commanding tone. “Besides that, it would be a good souvenir of my life here.”

“It has Rachel Miller in it. You’d be better off leaving it here.”

That might be a true statement, but something about it bothered Jake. Finally he figured out what it was. “How do you know Rachel’s in here?”

Bruce’s gaze shifted. Not much, but enough to give him away. “It was a good guess, judging from the title.”

“I don’t think you were guessing, Bruce.”

The older Were shrugged. “Okay, I looked at it.”

“When?” Although Jake had been on the phone for the past half hour, he’d been right here in the living room. Until a few minutes ago he’d thought Rachel’s note was still in the book. Because of that note, he certainly would have noticed if Bruce had pulled the book off the shelf.

Bruce waved his hand dismissively. “I couldn’t tell you exactly, but I looked at it and saw she was in it. If you take it with you, that’s waving a red flag. Don’t do it. Anyway, Ann wants to throw away all the meat in the freezer. She sent me out to make sure you’re okay with that.”

“I don’t care about the meat in the freezer,” Jake said quietly. “But I do care that you and Ann came in and went through my stuff when I wasn’t home.”

Bruce flushed. “Don’t make accusations without proof, Jake. Your parents taught you better than that.”

“Oh, but I have proof.” Jake hefted the book in both hands. “This book is special to me. If you’d picked it up while I was here, I would have been very aware that you had looked at it.” Now Jake wondered if Bruce had taken the note, but it wasn’t the main issue.

No, there was something else going on, something that worried him far more than knowing the Hunters had searched his cabin. They would have had multiple opportunities to do that, because once again, he hadn’t bothered to lock up. He just wasn’t in the habit.

Then again, it might not have mattered if he’d locked the doors or not. If they were determined enough, they would have found a way to get in. Jake had never worried about tight security in this cabin.

He gazed at Bruce. “Maybe you should have a seat. In fact, I think Ann needs to come in here and sit down, too.”

The Were’s blue eyes narrowed and his tone turned icy. “How dare you give
me
orders?”

“I’ve been asked to be your alpha, Bruce, and life doesn’t go well for those who lie to the alpha.”

“I haven’t lied to you!”

“Okay, you aren’t telling me the whole truth, which is pretty much the same thing. Unless you intend to overpower me and drag me to Idaho, which I can assure you isn’t going to happen, I’m staying put until you tell me what’s going on.”

Bruce turned his head. “Ann! We have a problem. You’d better come on in here so we can straighten it out.”

Ann walked out of the kitchen, a paper towel in her hand. “What’s the matter?”

“I’d like you and Bruce to sit down.” Jake gestured to the sofa. “We need to talk.”

“He says we’re not telling him everything,” Bruce said.

“Oh.” Ann walked over to the sofa and settled down with a calm expression on her aristocratic features, but she balled the paper towel into a tight wad the size of a golf ball. “What do you want to know, Jake?”

Jake waited for Bruce to take a seat next to his mate. At last he did, although he frowned at Jake as he did so. Jake moved to the easy chair, sat down, and looked at these two Weres who had been family friends for longer than he’d been alive. Yet he couldn’t shake the idea they’d betrayed him.

He took a deep breath. “Let’s start with the alpha position. Is there one after all?”

“Yes.” Ann tightened her grip on the balled-up paper towel. “Keegan really wants to step down.”

“But there must be other candidates who are already living in Idaho. Why come all the way to Alaska to get me?”

“The Hunter pack has been impressed with your efforts with WARM,” Bruce said. “We admire the leadership qualities you’ve displayed. You’re intelligent and even tempered. At least, that’s what I thought until five minutes ago, when you started acting crazy and throwing accusations around.”

Jake sighed. He should have known the setup was too good to be true. “But somebody’s mighty worried about my relationship with Rachel Miller, aren’t they?”

Ann swallowed. “There have been some . . . concerns. Her signature wolf looks exactly like you, Jake.”

“No, it looks exactly like my father, but that’s neither here nor there.” He decided to make a guess and see how they reacted. “How long has the Hunter pack had me under surveillance?”

“It’s not just the Hunter pack,” Ann said. Then she gasped and looked at Bruce. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, but he was going to find out, anyway.” Bruce looked at Jake. “No matter which wolf Rachel Miller has been carving over and over, you can’t deny that you’ve acted with increasing recklessness when it comes to her.”

“No, I can’t deny it.” Some of Jake’s righteous indignation seeped away. “So this is a rescue mission, then?”

Bruce nodded. “We need a pack alpha, and the . . . Consortium thinks you should leave the area. You’ve made excellent progress with WARM, but you’re putting those efforts in jeopardy. We need you in Idaho, and you’d be out of harm’s way. It’s a nice little two-for-one deal.”

It was a long speech, but Jake latched on to one particular word in it. “Consortium?”

“A like-minded group of Weres that keep an eye on potential breaches of security and quietly take care of any we find.”

“Breaches?” The word sent icicles of fear into Jake’s heart. “What makes you think there’s been a security breach?”

Bruce gazed at him. “The Consortium is thorough, Jake. We have documentation.”

Shit. Suddenly Rachel’s worst-case scenario didn’t look so paranoid. “But the Were Council knows about this Consortium, right? You’re acting under its direction.”

“Well, no, Jake, because they would want to regulate us and tie our hands. We’re far more effective operating under the radar.”

A chill went down Jake’s spine. “Sorry, but I can’t go along with that. I’m no big fan of the Were Council or WOW, but at least they operate out in the open.”

Bruce eyed him with irritating smugness. “Doesn’t matter whether you approve of us or not. You won’t report us to the council or anyone.”

“Watch me.” Jake stood and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He still had Howard Wallace in his list of contacts.

“Jake, that’s a really bad idea,” Ann said.

“Don’t think I care about the Hunter alpha position. I don’t give a rip about that anymore. I have bigger fish to fry. This Consortium is dangerous and I intend to see that it’s exposed.”

“What about your precious WARM?” Bruce’s tone was mild, but his eyes glittered with malice. “You not only had a sexual relationship with a human—you created a security breach in the process. If that gets out, WARM will be finished. Duncan MacDowell will dance on its grave.”

Jake longed to punch Bruce in the face, but the Were had him by the short hairs. They exchanged malevolent stares. “You’re a real bastard,” Jake said.

“And you’re a real traitor to the cause. Tell me, are you prepared for the entire Were community to know how you’ve betrayed them with Rachel Miller?”

Jake’s stomach churned. Duncan MacDowell
would
dance on WARM’s grave if that came out. All that Jake had worked for would be down the drain. Once he was branded a hypocrite, anyone on the fence probably would go over to MacDowell’s camp. At least Duncan stuck to his beliefs.

By giving in to his desire for Rachel, Jake had paved the way for others to do the same, assuming Bruce made good on his promise to reveal the relationship. But Bruce had something to lose, too. “You won’t expose me,” Jake said. “If I go down, that weakens your campaign to keep Weres and humans apart. We both lose.”

“I’m counting on your intelligence and dedication to the cause, Jake. Work with me. Work with the Consortium. WARM will be the public face of the movement and the Consortium will be the private enforcer.”

“Sounds like a bargain with the devil, to me.”

“Do you have a choice?”

Jake looked into his cold blue eyes. “Oh, yeah, I always have a choice.” He couldn’t work with Bruce. He knew that, and yet the alternative made him sick. He had to get out of here, away from these toxic Weres. “I’m going for a drive around the lake.”

“I’d advise you not to go over to Rachel’s,” Bruce said.

Jake gazed at him. “Yeah? Well, Bruce, you can take that advice and shove it where the sun don’t shine. One more visit to Rachel isn’t going to make this any worse than it already is, and she happens to help me think straight. Besides, I need to satisfy myself that she’s okay. Because something about your tone of voice makes me wonder.” Reaching into his pocket for his truck keys, he walked out the door.

All the way around the lake, he realized he was running to a human to help him solve what was essentially a werewolf problem. That wasn’t logical, and yet he trusted Rachel and wanted to make sure she was okay. He no longer trusted Ann and Bruce Hunter to guarantee that. And he definitely didn’t trust this
Consortium
they’d hooked up with.

He’d assured Rachel that the Hunters weren’t activists, and apparently they weren’t in the normal sense. They didn’t join organizations like WARM, or HOWL, the one Kate Stillman had founded as an acronym for Honoring Our Werewolf Legacy.

No, the Hunters had decided to go underground and create some shadow group that didn’t answer to anyone but itself. The concept made Jake shudder. He shouldn’t be surprised that the debate over human and Were interaction would spawn a fringe group like this. The climate was ripe for it.

And he’d fallen right into their hands. They’d probably been monitoring his movements for at least a year or more, soon after Rachel’s carvings became world-famous. Jake had known some Weres had suspicions about his potential involvement with Rachel, but he’d never dreamed that an ultraconservative group was spying on him to gather evidence of a breach.

If so, they had all the ammunition they needed to bring him to his knees. They’d probably recorded his nightly runs over to her cabin. They’d have the bear attack on tape, and once he’d entered her house as a wolf, the plan to remove him from Alaska must have begun.

He’d been naive enough to think that the Hunters’ request was simple—the pack needed a new alpha and he was a good candidate. He’d been flattered and unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth. But now he could see that hauling his ass all the way from Alaska was an extreme solution to their alpha issue. There had been more to it—much more.

When he pulled into the parking area beside the path to Rachel’s cabin, the presence of both Rachel’s and Lionel’s trucks calmed him. These were sincere, good people. Yes, Lionel had put a bullet in his shoulder, but he’d done it out of loyalty to Rachel. The kid would lay down his life for her, and Jake treasured that, even if it had caused him pain.

Because he expected them both to be working, he headed straight for the workshop. But instead of an atmosphere of creativity and good cheer, he found Lionel sitting alone on a stool, staring into space. Rachel was nowhere around. Maybe she’d gone to the cabin for a cup of coffee.