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A child of the system, Giselle had only ever wanted one thing... a family. But the price for her dreams might be more than she bargained for.
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“Did you know
Ash’s cousin went missing that night?” Giselle asked.
“Oh, and let
me guess, we got the blame?” Di was quick to defend. A little too quick, in
Giselle’s opinion. Speed like that usually meant guilt, at least as far as
Giselle was concerned. Her wolf agreed as well, but she kept her tone neutral.
“Yes,
actually. Ash did say that the pack was possibly responsible.”
“Well, we
didn’t do anything.” Her defensiveness was a bit too overplayed. “He blew past
us and ran away. Case closed.”
“You sure
about that?” Giselle asked, unconvinced.
Taylor
shrugged. “I really didn’t see.”
“Yeah.” Di
sounded terribly annoyed, and she was channeling her frustration into speeding
around corners and almost blowing through a stop sign. “There was no fight, no
killing. Might as well have been a rabbit for all the attention we paid it.”
“Did you
actually see the wolf run away, or did Martina chase it off?” Giselle asked.
“You don’t
sound like you’re on our side anymore, Elle.” Di pulled the car over and turned
to meet Giselle’s eyes with a menacing glare.
Giselle
could see the wolf below the surface of Di’s eyes, just itching for a fight –
and hers was equally ready. “I’m simply asking questions. Interpret them as you
like.”
“Take it
easy, Di,” Taylor cut in before the argument escalated. “She’s curious. And
understandably so.” She turned on Giselle. “There was no fight. No killings.
The biggest thing that happened to us that night was finding you in wolf form.
Honestly, we weren’t even sure you were a wolf at that point.”
Giselle took
a minute to calm her wolf. Di might have been on the defensive, but Taylor was
speaking the truth. There was no threat in her words, and Taylor’s wolf was at
rest, no sign of it in her eyes. She didn’t want to fight with the girls, and
hadn’t intended to get riled up, but the way Di jumped to anger at everything
she said and did really worked her nerves and tested her control. “Okay, was
that so hard to tell me?”
Di huffed.
“She’s new
to the family. And with the bad blood between our packs, it’s understandable
that things might get …murky.” Taylor was clearly the voice of reason, so
Giselle directed her attention to her.
“I’m just
clearing the air. The fact that there is a potentially hostile pack around
makes me worry about setting down roots,” Giselle said, as calmly as she could.
“You don’t
have a choice, really. You’re a foster kid.” Di smirked, and Giselle felt a
strong urge to smack her in the face.
“So were all
of you, right? How did Martina manage to collect a perfect set of kids for her
pack?” That question had been niggling at the back of Giselle’s mind since her
earlier conversation with Ash.
“Dunno.”
Taylor shrugged. “I was adopted as a baby.”
“And you?”
Giselle directed to Dianna.
“Two years
ago. I came from Florida.”
“And you
don’t find it odd at all that every foster kid she’s taken in and subsequently
adopted has been wolf?”
“Maybe
there’s a supernatural agency,” Taylor joked.
“There would
have to be. Three kids, that’s not dumb luck.”
“So what are
you getting at?” Di put the car back in gear and started driving down the road.
“Something
Ash said…”
“Him again.”
Di threw her hands up.
“Yeah,
because he’s the only other wolf I can talk to. Deal with it,” Giselle snapped.
“What did he
say?” Taylor asked.
“That Martina
may be stacking the deck in preparation for war.” Giselle sighed.
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