Page 18 of Wolf Roulette

The pretty brunette thumped to the ground.

My jaw dropped as the muted conversation in the room seized.

“How much did you use on her?” An angry blonde leaned over the unconscious brunette.

Yikes.“Just a bit.”

The blonde picked up the brunette and left the room, accompanied by a few other women.

Look at us making friends,I told my wolf.

She didn’t answer, fast asleep again. I seriously envied her sometimes.

Sascha’s mother smiled at me. “Kara’s fine. She’ll wake in no time. You just overwhelmed her mind.” She raised her voice. “While we’re on the subject, would anyone else like to challenge Andie for assuming the top position?”

Just in case, I shoved a baby carrot and potato in my mouth.

No one from the nearest group seemed overly keen, and conversation resumed after several tense minutes.

I chewed on a slice of chicken and watched the wave as the females ate after me. Some still refused to eat.

Guess they’d go hungry. No skin off my fangs.

Sascha’s mother moved closer. “I’m Evelyn. You may not remember me.”

“I remember. You were knitting.”

His mother was definitely one of the older wolves I’d smelt, but I didn’t feel any danger in her company.

Sascha’s mother smelled like pine—just like her son. I’d noticed that Wade’s mother smelled like salted caramel too. Children seemed to inherit their mother’s scent as their primary smell.

“Are you recovered from your battle with Daniil?” she asked.

“There were wounds on my torso and legs, but they’ve healed.” The fight with Daniil was the easiest part of that night to process.

“I’d like to bring an issue to the pack leader,” a woman called from halfway down the bungalow.

She was small with a pointed face and large brown eyes.

“Delta,” another alpha muttered under her breath.

“Rosalie, I will hear you,” Sascha replied from the head table.

The occupants of the pack house fell silent.

Crap,this was probably about me. I shoved the three remaining potatoes in my mouth.

Evelyn rested her hand on my thigh. “Best not to eat when Sascha isn’t, dear.”

Hell would freeze over first.

Rosalie drew herself tall. “Your potential mate has joined our midst. She sleeps in our territory and uses our water and supplies. She eats our food. By our pack law, everyone on our territory must contribute.”

Luthers darted looks at me, and I paused in chewing, cheeks filled with potato.

Sascha leaned back in his antler throne. “I had thought to give Andie time to recover from her ordeal.”

“From her own lips, we’ve heard that she is healed.”

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