Page 81 of Brutal Alpha Beast
The witches, as our latest allies, were invited too, of course, but they turned us down, said they had other plans.
Whether that’s true or not, I can’t say I blame them for not wanting to dance the night away with a bunch of sweaty wolves.
As we greet everyone, I notice that some shifters in other packs are giving Danielle strange looks.
I brush it off at first as them still getting used to her being a witch.
Once Danielle has gone to grab herself a plate of food, I approach a shifter from Sawyer’s pack.
“Hey, Moira. Have you seen Lacey or Sawyer anywhere?” I ask.
The reason I’m asking is that we couldn’t find Lacey, and I know Danielle will be more comfortable once we do.
“They’re coming back,” Moira says. “Shea left something at home, and so they both went to take her.”
“Got it,” I respond.
Then she darts that same suspicious look over at Danielle, who’s over by the food table.
“Is there a problem?” I ask her.
Due to the tone in my voice, I expect her to change the way she’s looking, but she doesn’t.
I think I know what’s going on.
“How’s Danielle doing?” She asks. “You gotta make sure you keep your eye on her, you know.”
I frown. “What have you heard?”
She looks angry, still not afraid of being questioned by an Alpha.
“That she has a foreign energy inside her.” She hesitates. “I don’t mean any disrespect, but we all know what happened with Violet.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her. “Enjoy your evening. Danielle is doing just fine.”
As I head toward her, I notice that she’s standing chatting with our pack mates. She looks happy, and that immediately makes me smile.
“Ellis,” she says. “Is it true that Danny makes blueberry pie?”
Danny is laughing, taking a hearty swig from his beer. “Ellis knows, tell her. I got into baking a few years ago, and now I make it for the potlucks every year.”
“Yeah, it’s true,” I say. “Danny’s the pie guy.”
Danielle is looking at us both with shock. “I never would have taken him for a pie guy!”
The group is laughing, and I smile, but I can’t help but notice every single shifter who’s looking at her strangely.
It pisses me off.
“Hey,” I whisper. “You didn’t tell anyone about that strange energy you’ve been feeling, have you?”
Her eyes soften. “No. Well, just my coven sisters and one or two pack mates, why?”
Shit. News really does travel fast in this valley.
“No reason,” I say. “But it’s probably better to keep information like that to yourself.”
“You think it’s that bad?”
