“No one has ever given a compliment that has meant so much.” She took his hand, and they entered the cabin together.
There was a potbelly stove in the middle of the cabin to heat the one large room. Her temper flared; heads were going to roll, starting with Rome’s.
Chapter Twenty-one
“You’re not being kickedout of the pack,” Amelia assured him. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I need to see my mate, the alpha of this pack, because something has gone terribly wrong.”
They stormed through the pack house until she was in the general living area that the pack congregated in.
“Rome!” her scream carried through the house and down the corridors.
“How could you?” She was still at screeching level and Malcolm was hiding behind her.
“How could I what?” He looked at Saul and Theron to see if they knew what was happening. “Amelia, who is behind you?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know, buddy. What you allowed to happen to this child is irresponsible. Will you condemn our child to the same prejudices without standing up for her?”
“Stop!” Rome roared. “Clear the room. Not you,” he pointed to Malcolm when he tried to leave. “Sit down, love, and tell mewhat’s going on. You have a seat there.” He pointed to a chair for Malcolm to sit on.
Amelia pushed on Malcolm’s shoulder to get him to sit, and then she started pacing. “I wanted to meet the pack without my protectors following me. You know that. I went around and got a chance to talk to several people. One of them was Brittany. We’ll talk about her later. I decided to take a different path home, and there was this lonely cabin on the outskirts with this boy sitting on the porch.”
“Who are you?” Rome asked, the force of his attention on the young wolf.
“You’re scaring him.”
“No, I’m not. I’m asking a question.”
Malcolm stood on weak legs and bowed. “My name is Malcolm Jackson.”
“You’re the young wolf we took in about two months ago?” Rome was hit with a bit of angst in his gut. He should have welcomed the wolf after the first month. He was so tied up with his mate and preparing for the hunter that he’d let some necessary things slip.
“Sit.” Amelia’s voice was soft and motherly when she spoke to the teen wolf.
“We will swear you in on the next full moon to make you an official part of the pack.”
“Don’t say that like that makes it okay.” She was still ranting and raving. The surprise was that there wasn’t smoke coming from her nose. That voice, the one she didn’t want to listen to and sounded like her wolf, was telling her that her hormones were on over drive, and she needed to calm down. Ugh, that voice, but she sat and tried to get herself together.
“I’m missing something, love. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”
“Did you know that Malcolm was living in the cabin where I found him? He was given secondhand clothes that look like that.” She pointed at Malcolm, who was now hiding in the chair.
“That can’t be right. That cabin is scheduled to be demo’d. I put it off until I know what I want to replace it, which is why it’s still standing.” He stood to pace the room before stopping in front of Amelia.
“Saul, Theron, I need you now,” he called them over the pack channel his brothers had with him.
They both came running into the room, sliding to a halt, finding Rome kneeling in front of his pregnant mate.
Without moving, Rome went over everything he knew so far. “Saul, is that cabin not on the list to be demo’d?”
“It is.”
“I want it done today. I don’t care who you pull to do it, but before it gets dark, I want that cabin demolished.” He looked at Theron.
“Not yet,” Amelia’s voice was cooler, closer to normal. “He was out there and shunned by the tribe because he’s half human.” She watched in amazement as Rome’s eyes turned gold. Theron’s eyes turned a bronze color with hints of gold. The mark of a wolf that could be alpha but chose not to be.
“You’re half human?” Rome’s eyes were focused on Malcolm.
Malcolm was terrified, but that didn’t stop him from sitting up and squaring his shoulders. His wolf was insistent that they would not cower in front of the wolf they wanted to be their alpha.