Chapter 19

Nova and Amara raced back to the truck and they blasted back on the main road, heading for the square. Chaos reigned. People were running everywhere, both in wolf and human form. Children, penned in a cage near the Pack’s main meeting hall, screamed for their parents, their families. Bodies littered the ground as wolf attacked wolf, both sides fighting to kill.

“What’s happening?” Amara cried, staring out the window in horror. A man with a large knife hauled a young woman around a corner by her hair. Amara instinctively pulled out her gun. “Nova, who are these people?”

“Valley Clan.” His tone was hard, thickened by grief and anger. He was watching his people being destroyed. She couldn’t imagine what that was like. When he looked at her, his eyes were tortured. “Kal did this.”

“Kal?!” She stared out the window at the terror with a renewed hatred. “Why would he do this? Why would he attack your home? That isn’t brave. That isn’t noble. It’s cowardly.”
Nova shook his head. Leaning into the back seat, he pulled out a machete. Its blade was visibly sharp and as long as her arm. He handed her the weapon. “Take this,” he said, “and stay in the truck.”

“Where are you going?”

“To help.” Pausing, he leaned in and kissed her one last time. “And Amara? That’s an order.” Before she could say otherwise, he had shut the truck door and disappeared from sight. When she found him once more, it was not the man she’d fallen in love with that she saw. It was the wolf that had saved her, that had protected her since she was a girl. His dark eyes bored into hers, and even from the confines of her metal cage, she could feel how much he loved her.

And then he was gone.

It took about ten seconds for Amara to decide to go after him. There was no way she was staying there while he risked his life. She was human; she wasn’t helpless. Gripping the machete in one hand, she opened the door as inconspicuously as possible and lowered herself to the ground, shutting it behind her. She freed her gun from its holster with the other. Thank goodness Nova had insisted she come armed. Granted, he had thought the danger would be from his own pack and not Kal’s, but at least now she was prepared.

She couldn’t even tell where to start. The wolves all around her were gigantic, at least twice the size of regular wolves. If one of them got ahold of her, she didn’t have much of a chance. The only good thing she could ascertain was that the two sides were different colors. Nova’s pack had his same coloring. They were black, gray, and silver, whereas Kal’s pack were all various shades of red and brown. At least she could tell who her enemy was.

The air smelled of blood, death, and fear. She could almost taste the metallic copper and decay. Amara began to creep to one of the buildings. The sun was setting, and the shadows dusk brought aided in hiding her. If she could get to the children, maybe she could lead them to safety without being seen. It wasn’t far back to the cottages. If they could get inside one, she could lock them in, keep them from getting hurt. Before she could change her mind, she got as close to the wall as she could and slipped around the corner, heading for the enclosure with the kids.

They were huddled together, watching the battle. Amara crept up to one of the older ones and got his attention. He eyed her with distrust at first, but when his gaze landed on the machete, he changed his mind. Nova. Thank goodness for Nova. “Come on,” she whispered, showing the handle to a few more of the children. They all gathered around. “We’re going to get you out of here.”

“How?” the older boy wanted to know.

“I’m going to cut you loose. And then we’re going to stay out of sight and get back to the houses. You’ll be safe there.” She found the gate tied shut by an impressive knot and heavy rope. One swing of the blade severed it.

“Watch out!”

Without thinking, Amara turned, lunging with the machete at the same time. She felt the soft pressure and the loud slurp as the blade plunged into flesh. Her assailant crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around his dark brown fur. She would process it later. Right now, she needed to get those kids out of there. “Okay, guys.” She beckoned them forward. “It’s time to go.”

Nova’s muzzle was covered in blood. His teeth ripped into flesh and bone without hesitation. He was a warrior. This was what he was made for. And his enemies paid dearly for his skill. They were winning. Not without losses, naturally, but still, they had home court advantage, and they had used every bit of it. The attackers from the Valley Clan were mostly now either dead, wounded, or gone.

His claws sank through the stomach of his enemy with a fury fueled by hatred. They were intruders, murderers. They had broken into his home, attacked his family. Captured children and murdered his friends and family. Every one of them deserved to die.

Seeing red, Nova released his rage as another hoard of Valley wolves charged him. His teeth sought flesh; the warrior inside him rejoiced as blood sprayed the air as he severed his opponent’s carotid artery. When all four bodies were silent at his feet, Nova tipped his head to the moon and howled a war cry.

Death and destruction surrounded him, much a result of his own hands. Thank the stars Amara was safe in his truck. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he thought anything would happen to her.

To his left, he heard his brother’s growl, and then a whimper that made his blood run cold. He knew that sound. It was Nemoy’s wife, Ivanah. One of Kal’s common henchman, Cahn, had his teeth at her throat.

Nova charged. He hit Cahn in the gut with his teeth, forcing him to loosen his hold on Ivanah’s throat. Nemoy had hit him at the same time, latching onto the other wolf’s throat instead. Between the two of them, they took him down, dragging his unconscious form back with all the others. There weren’t many left now.

Nova shifted back to human form, his chest heaving. The rest of his pack had done the same. So many losses. This was Kal’s doing. First Amara, then his pack. Nova had never hated anyone so much in his entire life. Kal had to die. He looked at his brother. “What happened?” he demanded.

Nemoy shook his head. “They came out of nowhere. Three times as many as we thought they had. We were outnumbered, Nova. We did the best we could.”

Nova nodded. “Where are the kids?”

“Amara got them out.”

“She did what?” But before Nova could process that information, Kal called out to them. He held a struggling Amara in his arms, his clawed paw at her throat.

“Not so fast, Nova.” Kal’s smile was maniacal and cruel. “You have two choices. Give me the pack, or give me the girl. Up to you.”

“Don’t react, Nova,” Nemoy said quietly from behind him. “That’s what he wants. We’ll figure out a way to save her.”

But Nova wasn’t listening. Blood rushed in his ears. All he could think about was tearing Kal’s throat out and dancing on his grave. If he hurt so much as a hair on Amara’s head, Nemoy was going to need what remained of the pack to hold him back. Kal’s death would be on his hands, and retribution would finally be paid.

Nova’s growl emanated from low within his throat. “You mean like charge straight for him so I can rip his heart out?”

Nemoy shook his head. “She’d be dead before you got there.”

He knew Nemoy was right. He would never get to her in time. But it turned out, he didn’t need to. While Kal was busy gloating about his own brilliance, Amara had been freeing one of her knives under the guise of a struggle. She stabbed him in the arm and again in the stomach before Kal even knew what hit him.

Nova used his distraction. He ran at Kal, hitting him in the stomach and bowling him over. All three of them went down, tumbling into the grass. Amara managed to scramble out of the way, and then Nova was on top of Kal, his knuckles going bloody against his skin. Kal pushed him off, his fist connecting with Nova’s temple. For one moment, he saw stars. Then he was fighting back, once again straddling Kal and pummeling him. Kal’s fist morphed to wolf, and his claws scraped over Nova’s forearm. He hissed in pain, but returned the favor, his own claws streaming across Kal’s face.

Nemoy and a few others rushed in to aid him, but they were met with more Valley wolves charging out of the woods. One of them knocked into Nova, sending him flying. Without thinking, he shifted, his loud, vicious growl ripping through the night. The fight that ensued was quick, ruthless and bloody. It ended with Nova, exhausted, sprawled out as a man, on the grass.”

Amara ran over to him, throwing herself down beside him. Nova gripped her face in his hands and kissed her hard, grateful beyond words that she was safe. “You were brilliant,” he said in between kisses. “Stupid, but brilliant.”

Ivanah ran up behind Nemoy, her face pale. “The children?”

“In the cottages. They’re safe.”

Ivanah gripped Amara’s hand. “Thank you.” Amara nodded. Ivanah motioned to a few of the others and they took off running after the kids.

Nova looked around, a knot forming in his stomach. “Where’s Kal?”

Silence fell. The Pack surveyed the bodies, looking for the lifeless form of a russet-colored wolf. But he wasn’t there.

“Search the woods,” Nova ordered. But Nemoy held up a hand, stopping the guard mid-stride. “What the hell are you doing?” Nova wanted to know. He was irate. “He attacked us at home. They attacked your wife. And you’re just going to let him get away? You’ve got to be kidding me!”

But Nemoy just shook his head gravely. “They’ll never reach him. He’ll be back on his own side of the border before we get there.”

“So, what?!”

“We can’t win a war right now, Nova!” The two men were head to head, yelling in each other’s faces. Heaving a sigh, Nemoy stepped back and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Look, Nova, I want him dead as much as you do, and believe me, as soon as we get the chance, I will kill him myself. They attacked my wife. For that alone, he will die. But if we go after them right now, it will mean war, and if we fight a war tonight, we will all be slaughtered. Set aside your rage, Nova, and think about what’s best for the Pack.”

Outraged, Nova opened his mouth to reply, but caught his mother’s look over Nemoy’s shoulder. He hadn’t even seen her approach. He huffed out a breath, but nodded.

“And what about the human?” Neveah asked calmly, striding forward to stand between her two sons. Her long robes swept across the ground and she glared at Amara. “She knows our secrets now. That is strictly forbidden by our laws.” She levelled her gaze at her youngest son for one damning moment, then dismissed him and turned to Nemoy. “As our Alpha, what do you plan to do about it?”

Nova couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His own mother was against him being with Amara? After she had just saved all of their children and almost lost her life because of it? “Now wait just a minute, we are not silencing Amara because of some law.”

His mother just raised a brow. Nova shook his head in fury and glared back at her. He opened his mouth to say more, but Nemoy cut him off.

“The laws are strict,” Nemoy told him. Power laced through his words, silencing the entire Pack, including Nova. The vein throbbed at his temple. “Humans are not allowed to know about the Pack. Those that do are to be silenced in the name of security. Permanently.” Amara’s face went pale as all the blood drained from her cheeks. Nova reached for her hand and gripped it tight. “This has been the Law from the Pack’s inception,” Nemoy continued, looking at Neveah. She nodded her approval and Nova ground his teeth. Grumbling broke out from all around them. Even Ivanah appeared to disapprove. “However,” Nemoy said, turning to Amara, “the circumstances involving this particular human are different. She has shown outstanding courage in her willingness to keep our secret, and to face the dangers that come with it. She risked her own life for our children, and in doing so, was almost killed. And, though I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first, she has won the heart of our Beta, and my brother Nova.”

Nova’s heart raced. This was not going how he had expected. Was Nemoy really on their side? Nemoy, who had always put the Pack first, always upheld the Laws. Could he truly be seeing another side? Beside him, Amara gazed up at him, her eyes full of hope. He watched his brother carefully, not daring to look away.

“Therefore,” Nemoy said, not looking at his mother, “I am granting a temporary stay for the human of Strathford, Amara Townsend. I am granting her immunity to the Secrecy Law, as well as placing her under our protection until such time as the threat posed by the Valley Clan has passed.”

Neveah glared at Nemoy, but before she could protest, Nemoy raised a hand. “Your Alpha has spoken, Neveah. Do not cross me tonight.”

The look she gave both her sons told them this was far from over, but she did as she was told. With a regal bow, she turned on her heel and strode away, a few of her usual followers going with her.

Nova couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Nemoy was letting Amara stay. More, he was protecting her as if she were one of their own. Thrilled, he wrapped his arms around her and swung her around, pulling her face to his in one fierce kiss.

When they broke apart, Nemoy offered them one of his rare, genuine smiles. He wrapped his arm around his beaming wife and reached out his other hand for Amara’s. “Welcome to the Pack, Amara.”