Page 55 of Warlander Grizzly

“Congratulations.”

The sincerity in his voice drew her up. “I need something from you.”

“As your Alpha, or as your friend?”

“I don’t have friends.” Darts, darts, she was good at throwing darts.

Lucas leaned against the doorway and called her on her bullshit. “I am both. What do you need?”

“I need everyone in this trailer park to move anything of value out of their homes.”

His eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Just trust me. No valuables in the homes.” She brushed past him and out the door.

“What is the vision?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied.

“Are we in for a war?” he asked.

“No. Only I am in for a war.” Lucia sauntered toward her car. She went to sit behind the steering wheel, but Lucas was already inside, sitting in the passenger’s seat and stealing the keys from the cupholder. He got out and pocketed the keys, then made his way toward Kru’s house at the edge of the woods.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, scrambling after him. “Give me my keys!”

Lucas put his fingers to his lips and let off a shrill, deafening whistle that made Lucia hunch and plug her ears at the pain. “Crew meeting!” he barked out.

“No!” Lucia barked out. “I don’t want a meeting—”

“What you want is different from what the Crew wants at this time, Lucia, and there is something so fucked up about that. You want to live a separate life from us? Fine. Your choice. But you will be a part of Crew meetings. Since you skipped the last three, I’ll call them when I want to, and do you know why?”

She refused to answer because Lucas was pissing her the hell off.

“Because I’m the goddamn Alpha!” Lucas’s yell echoed down the mountain.

“What’s going on?” Cadence asked from where she and Kru were walking from their trailer.

“Where’s Gunner?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know.” It was Kru who had answered from where he was piling wood into the firepit. “I called him twice last night and texted him, but he’s been MIA since the bar last night. Never came home, unless he snuck in.”

Lucas let off a growl and made his way toward Gunner’s trailer. He checked quickly and then returned, shaking his head.

“I’ll text him too,” Jenna said from where she came from her and Lucas’s trailer, hugging a fuzzy white robe around herself. She wore matching fuzzy bunny slippers.

“I was trying to sneak in and out of here before anyone woke up,” Lucia said.

“You always do that,” Kru muttered, lighting the firepit. “That’s not a shocking admission.”

“How was your date?” Jenna asked, pulling a chair next to where Lucia was standing.

“It was…complicated.”

“Well, you did choose to mate with a Fuller,” Cadence said, sipping a mug of steaming coffee she’d brought with her.

“Your hair looks like a rat’s nest,” Lucia observed.

“It’s sex-hair, Lucia. You should try getting laid sometime. Maybe it’ll make you nicer.”

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