Page 3 of Wolf Tormented
How many others are doing the same? This is ridiculous.
“I can hunt and don’t need much else,” Alex argues.
“It’s getting colder, Alex. Most of the prey animals are going into hibernation. What are you going to do then, huh?” I poke him in the chest.
Alex swats my hand away, and several gasps ring out in the square.
They all know that we’re cousins, but—family or not—he shouldn’t be swatting me away like that, especially in front of the pack.
“Shit, sorry.” Alex tilts his head in submission.
“All is forgiven, if you go and get supplies. If I see you in that ratty old jacket again, I’m taking my claws to it.” I spin on my heel and stomp away.
Why do the men in this pack test me so much? Starving or freezing to death isn’t noble when there are resources available.
I turn to the small crowd of shifters that has formed in the square and stare each of them down until they look away in submission.
“If I hear of anyone not taking supplies that they need again, I’m going to…” I try to come up with a suitable threat but come up empty. “I’m going to be very angry.”
I lock eyes with several of the enforcers before spinning on my heel and walking away. Stupid prideful shifters.
Several of the enforcers rush away, and I grin. I guess the threat of my anger is enough to get them moving. Though, my cousin hasn’t moved to follow them.
We have come a long way since Grayson caged and tortured me in his territory. I hadn’t even realized the man was my cousin until the summit that stopped us all from going to war.
A shrill voice calls my name, and I turn to scan the crowd, but I don’t see who it is. I take a step forward, and a loud creak fills the air above me.
Small snowflakes dust my hair from above, and I dust my hair off.
“Jara, watch out!” Alex shoves me a split second before a roof tile smashes on the ground where I was just standing.
Pain ricochets through my ass and up my spine as I hit the icy ground, hard. Freezing water seeps into my pants, and I shiver.
“Oh my gods,” I whisper.
“That nearly took you out.” Alex scans the square.
What is he looking for? It was just a shingle from the roof that slipped off. No need to scan the pack for a suspect.
He reaches down a hand, and I take it gratefully, dusting all the snow off my pants and jacket.
“That was seriously weird.” I shake my head, twist to see whose cabin I’m standing in front of, and make a mental note to have someone look at the roof.
Loose roof tiles are not a good thing to have in the freezing snow. I don’t want their roof leaking.
“We need to call the alpha,” Alex says.
“The alpha is busy.” I shrug. “Besides, it was just a freak accident.”
Alex frowns. Doesn’t he think it was an accident? It was just a loose tile. What more could it be?
“I’m not so sure, Jara,” Alex whispers. “It’s no secret that some of the females here don’t like you.”
What do the females in the pack have to do with anything? He’s just being paranoid.
“That’s ridiculous, Alex. They may not like me, but do you really think they would go out of their way to hurt me? That solves nothing.”
Angela jogs up and eyes the tile warily. “What happened?”
