I remembered—too late—that Shay was the werewolf who’d given Caroline her scars. He was the one who’d killed her father. He was baiting her.
“Caroline, don’t—” I didn’t get the rest of the warning out of my mouth before the sound was swallowed up in gunfire. Dully, I surveyed the damage.
A bolt, directly through Shay’s throat. Six silver bullets, clustered in his second’s heart.
Maddy pulled her baby backward and scooted away from the man who’d had his hands on the pup when Caroline had fired.
A purebred werewolf might survive a cluster of silver bullets straight to the heart, but regular Weres reacted to silver like poison. Shay’s second-in-command might have been able to heal from a single bullet wound. But six?
Shay kicked the man’s body dispassionately to the side. “Now this,” he said, ripping the bolt from his throat, “is an interesting development.”
Beneath the roar of alarm in my mind, I heard Chase’s voice.
Wolves, Bryn. Lots of them.
Caroline had told me that Shay had his Weres poised along the perimeter, but I’d had no idea how many. One by one, they stepped from the shadows—from behind trees and rocks, from nearby caves.
They ran in from town, from Shadow Bluff territory, from all sides.
There weren’t just a dozen of them, or two. Shay hadn’t just brought his guard. He’d brought his entire pack.
Even with Caroline, even with Jed, even if Griffin could break through whatever it was about the baby’s birth that had pushed him away—we were still outnumbered.
And Shay wasn’t the type to take an attack lying down.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
AS THE SNAKE BEND PACK CLOSED IN ON US FROM every direction, I half-expected Caroline to sprint for the hills, to settle down in a sniper’s nest, from which she could pick them off one by one—but she didn’t.
It took me a few seconds to realize why. She wasn’t the only one with a gun. The pistol looked out of place in Shay’s massive hands, but he clicked the safety off and pointed it just to my left. A pair of werewolves pushed Jed roughly toward Shay—and the gun.
The old man could have flashed out.
He could have fought them.
But he didn’t—because he realized what Caroline did not. This situation was volatile. The Snake Bend Pack was the third largest in North America, and if Shay hadn’t brought his entire pack here, he’d certainly brought most of them—and all of his fighters.
“Come on down, Caro,” Shay called. “Unless you’d prefer to be responsible for the death of your mentor, as well as your father.”
He called her Caro, the way Devon did. He even sounded like Devon when he said it.
“Let’s have us a little chat, shall we?” Shay continued jovially, as Caroline came to stand beside me, her eyes diamond hard, weapons well within grasp. “As a gesture of goodwill, I’ll even have my wolves Shift to human form. I’d appreciate it if you would do the same, Bryn.”
All around us, the sound of Shifting echoed off the mountain, but this time, I didn’t feel the call or the power. All I felt was dread.
Caroline had shot Shay.
She’d killed his second-in-command.
He was going to kill her. She was Ali’s sister, and Shay was going to kill her. There was nothing I could do to stop him. She was a human. She’d killed a werewolf. She was a threat, and as far as Senate Law was concerned, Shay would be within his rights to put her down.
“Well, Bryn?” Shay smiled, and I realized he was still waiting for me to order my wolves to change to human form. I nodded to Lake and Chase. She Shifted back to human form. He did not. Instead, he came to sit at my feet, the warning clear in his eyes.
“Interesting,” Shay said again. “I didn’t know the Cedar Ridge alpha had taken a mate.”
That wasn’t a word Chase and I used—but the second Shay said it, I felt a spark of recognition from inside Chase’s wolf form.
Yes, it seemed to say. Mate. Bryn. Mine.
Shay didn’t leave us in silence for long. “Do you know the difference,” he said, relishing each word like a delicacy, “between a Rabid and an alpha who kills humans when the need arises?”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer.
“It’s a matter of subtlety. Restraint. Proper disposal of the bodies.” His teeth were so white that I wondered if he’d bleached them, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Callum telling me that the future was coated in blood. Now Shay was talking about disposing of Caroline’s body.
“Was it subtle when you killed the leader of a psychic coven?” I asked, my voice deceptively calm. I searched for leverage, a loophole, anything that might give me an advantage over Shay. “Was exposing yourself to an entire group of humans and leaving their hatred of werewolves to simmer for years subtle?”
This was the card I was holding in reserve. The only one. Shay hadn’t just killed Caroline’s father—he’d left a witness and allowed her to spread the tale to others of her kind for years. As far as blackmail material went, that might not be enough to save Caroline—but I had to try.
“What are you suggesting?” Shay asked.
I met his eyes, steel in mine. “I’m suggesting that you don’t want the Senate looking into Caroline’s death. They might wonder why she attacked you, and I don’t think you’d want them finding the answer.”
Shay was silent for one second, two. “You’re assuming there will be an inquiry.” He paused, his lips curling upward, his eyes narrowing to slits. “There won’t be.”
Shay was right. Caroline had fired the first shot. There wasn’t a Were on the Senate who would dispute Shay’s decision to kill her, so long as he didn’t risk exposure to do it.
She was only human.
“I’ll call the Senate myself,” I promised, letting Shay see the truth in my eyes, letting him smell it on my breath. “I’ll demand an inquiry. And once I present my case, once I tell them what I know—how sure are you that Callum will be on your side and not mine?”
I waited for Shay to call my bluff. If Callum had wanted to prevent this, he could have. I fully expected Shay to point that out, to tell me that the Senate was a democracy, and that—at the moment—Shay was playing by their rules.
But he didn’t.