Page 81 of Fated
Under my father’s leadership, he’d managed to get some of the rogues to work together to form a group but that had only been possible before he’d been an alpha.
“I don’t know,” he answered as he began to pace again. “Cade thinks it might have been started by your father. He was an alpha so he was able to command the group of rogues to do what he needed. But somehow, without an alpha, the rogues have learned how to work together to get what they want.”
Understanding the full repercussions of what he was saying was hard because it had never happened before.
“But surely we have enough numbers to defend our packs?” I asked.
“But we have no idea which pack they are going to attack first,” he told me, and I finally realized the horror of what could happen.
If we knew where they were going to attack first, we would be able to concentrate our numbers at that point. We would be able to use werewolves from packs working with us, but that would all be a waste of time if we didn’t know where they were going to attack.
I rubbed my forehead, trying to figure out how on earth we were going to figure out which pack they were going to attack first. I looked up at Blake. My fear was mirrored in his eyes. Not only were we at risk but our friends and the people we loved were as well.
“There’s no way to know which pack they will attack,” Blake said. “Even if we even out the packs to try to give everyone similar numbers it won’t be enough to save a pack.”
The ache in my stomach reminded me that I was in no shape to be able to lead my pack and do my job. Even injured, sitting in my bed with the information, I couldn’t even come up with a way to save my pack or any of the others.
“What are we going to do?” I asked Blake.
He held the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again he looked at me.
“I don’t know.”
I swallowed my fear. Even as scared as I was, I had to remain calm. There was no way we could come up with a way to save ourselves if we panicked.
“We need to have a meeting,” Blake said. I nodded my head as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.
“No,” he said to me. “You have to rest.”
“Either you help me or I do this on my own.” I gave him my terms. There was no way I was lying in bed while this crisis was hanging over our heads. “Physically I can’t help, but there is nothing wrong with my mind.”
He studied me before he walked over to help me. He understood my need to be a part of things. As Blake helped me get some clothes on, I couldn’t help thinking that no matter what we tried to do we were fighting a losing battle.
Minutes later we left to meet up with everyone. There was a nervous energy in the air as Blake helped me walk to the meeting room. By the time we got to the door of the meeting room, I was tired already, but I was determined to attend. I couldn’t help feeling responsible for my father’s actions, which had seemed to set this whole thing in motion.
Curtis glared at me as I walked into the meeting room. He was already seated.
“You’re supposed to be in bed, resting,” he reminded me tersely as he shot Blake a glare as well.
Blake held his free hand up helplessly.
“There was no stopping her,” Blake replied as he helped me into one of the chairs surrounding the table in the meeting room.
Curtis gave me one last angry look before he shook his head. He knew me and knew that when I set my mind to something there was no changing it. Blake sat down beside me.
“Princess,” Kyle greeted, sounding happy to see me as he entered the meeting room. Blake shot him a look but Kyle ignored him and sat down beside me.
“Prince Charming,” I shot back, and Kyle playfully glared at me.
“That nickname isn’t good for my image, you know,” he explained and then he grinned at me.
“Especially if he has two broken legs,” Blake quipped from beside me, and I shook my head.
“I can’t wait until he finds his mate one day because there’s going to be some serious payback,” he muttered beside me.
Kyle chuckled and Blake shook his head.
Cade and Scarlett arrived.
