It took ten days to set up a meeting with the leaders of the wolves that escaped from the BadCreek compound outside the city. After the old alphas were killed or sold to their own dirty mob counterparts, only a handful of males were left who weren’t implicated in all the shady shit that united the rest of the shifters against them.

A few women chose to stay with them, though the majority who were rescued from a hellish existence of medical experiments and a breeding program chose to disappear into the least populated parts of the country so they could start over. Luckily the Chase brothers had deep pockets and bought as much of Wyoming as they could buy to help the survivors find peace and quiet and a safe place.

Just the thought of sitting across a table from any wolf from BadCreek made Evershaw’s skin crawl. He had a hard time believing any male could have lived inside that compound and guarded the cells and hospital rooms where the women were kept prisoner and yet hadn’t known the extent of the crimes. He just didn’t buy it. So he reserved judgment as they met in neutral territory in the middle of the city. He brought Todd with him and a few others for security, just in case the newcomers brought the djinn with them, and had at least warned Smith that the meeting would occur. He didn’t bother informing the rest of the alphas in the city; none of them gave a shit the last time he brought it up at a Council meeting, so he’d handle it on his own. The SilverLine pack would lead the charge once again.

They met in an abandoned warehouse in the neutral zone, where Evershaw had held meetings with the coyotes before the bastards went completely off the fucking reservation. A battered metal table and a handful of chairs had been scattered around the cracked cement floor, and the broken fluorescent lights flickered and hummed as he walked in. Most of the men from the other side were younger and still unformed; they looked more like runners instead of fighters, without the heavy muscle of men who were accustomed to working outside and fighting for a living. Evershaw felt like a silverback gorilla in comparison. One dark-haired kid stepped forward to shake his hand, his voice deceptively deep. “I’m Holden, alpha of this pack.”

“Evershaw,” the alpha said. He gripped the kid’s hand strong enough to send a message, then tilted his head at his second. “That’s Todd. I’m the alpha of the SilverLine pack. What are you calling yourselves now?”

“RedCloud,” the kid said. “This is Serena, the alpha female.”

A tall blonde sauntered up, hard-eyed and wearing tight jeans, and shook his hand. She didn’t speak, but the set of her shoulders spoke volumes—she didn’t want to be there, she wasn’t happy to meet them, and she thought it was all a waste of time.

He couldn’t quite figure out if she thought the kid was a shitty alpha or not an alpha at all, or if something else was stuck in her craw. A mystery. She had good hips, at least; he was an ass man, but her tits probably could have changed him. The thoughts and assessment scrolled through his head before he settled on an appropriate response: a chin-jerk that acknowledged her presence but didn’t engage. He couldn’t leer at another man’s mate and expect to get any business done.

“No alpha female in your pack?” the kid asked.

It could have been an innocent question if the kid hadn’t been raised around the right kind of wolves, but Evershaw never gave anyone the benefit of the doubt. Todd tensed behind him, and Evershaw rotated his head to crack the vertebrae in his neck. “That’s a rude fucking question.”

Holden arched a dark eyebrow and shrugged. “Didn’t intend it to be.”

“Never ask about another man’s mate,” Evershaw said. Maybe he needed to teach the kid a lesson. Depending on how many wolves were in their pack, he could always just fold them into SilverLine. Some of the larger packs had subordinate packs with lesser alphas controlling sections. It could work, depending on how well-behaved they were.

“Serena’s not my mate,” the kid said. “She’s just the strongest female. Isn’t that how it works in all packs?”

“No,” Evershaw said. Though since the blonde was unmated, it made the meeting all the more intriguing. She looked exactly like the kind of bad decision he was just itching to make. “How many wolves do you have?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Serena said before the kid could answer. She tilted her head at the table and chairs. “Do we need to sit or will this be wrapped up in a reasonable amount of time?”

“Why, you got a nail appointment, sweetheart?”

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, then she studied her nails—red claws that looked just perfect for leaving scratches in a man’s back. “Now that you mention it, yeah. So get to the point, mmkay?”

He wanted to growl in anticipation. That was a fight he could get interested in. “Fine. You’re encroaching on territory that’s claimed. This is my only effect to figure out how we can all fucking coexist. You have two options—join my pack and swear fealty to me, or stay the fuck out of my city. That to the point enough?”

Holden’s expression darkened. “We’ve had enough of following orders from a strongman, so threats won’t get you anywhere. We can’t stay outside the city because there aren’t any fucking jobs or houses or anything. So we need territory inside the city.”

“You can find a new city,” Evershaw said. “Because the rest of this one already belongs to two packs. There’s not room for a third.”

“That’s not what the coyotes said.” Serena tapped those red talons against her straight white teeth, dark gaze practically eye-fucking him.

Those fucking coyotes. Evershaw refused to react to the femme fatale schtick, as entertaining as it was, and figured he’d have to have a word with the rest of the Council about doing something permanent to deal with the coyotes. He’d had enough of them spreading their trash around the city. “They’re misinformed. Your attitude is going to write checks your pack can’t cash.”

Holden leaned his hip against the battered table, his focus never wavering from Evershaw. “We can find a compromise. We’ll take the territory if we have to, but I am more interested in an agreement between the three packs.”

Evershaw snorted. The kid was in for a rude awakening. “That’s not how alphas work, kid. You keep what you’re strong enough to take. Your former alpha took that to the extreme, but don’t expect that Rafe and I will just roll over and surrender territory just because you’ve got some sob story about no jobs and other bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” Holden said. He hardly blinked; at least the kid had some control. Evershaw wondered if they’d kept any of the super-soldier vaccines and shit that the BadCreek alpha cooked up. Maybe some of those could have been useful, even if they were researched and tested in a fucking inhumane way. “One way or another, we’ll be a presence in this city.”

“Then you can swear fealty today and everyone goes on about their business,” Evershaw said.

“Not going to happen,” Serena said. “So looks like we’ll have to come up with option three.”

“You’ve got four days.” Evershaw glanced at his watch, already thinking about the work he had to do to figure out how to handle those fucking coyotes, get the O’Sheas on board with his plan for this new pack, and make sure that the business deals Todd was supposed to be managing actually went through. He didn’t have time to deal with all of their shit. “We can reconvene, and if you’ve got a better option, I’ll consider it.”

He wouldn’t actually, but four days would give him enough time to do a little research and plan a few other options for himself. He’d been meaning to find a woman he could tolerate, who could represent him well within the pack and to outsiders, and who’d give him kids. Serena might be a bitch on wheels, but he preferred that to some shy little mouse who startled at every loud noise.

Evershaw didn’t wait around after Holden nodded and muttered that they’d meet at the same time and same place in four days, and instead strode through the dim warehouse toward where the cars waited.

He was on the sidewalk outside, putting on his sunglasses, when a semi-familiar scent drifted through the air and caught his attention. His head snapped to the right and he searched for the source, puzzled and distracted. What the fuck was it? Something soft and flowery but still—wild. Spicy, almost. With undertones of earth and fresh rain.

Todd paused next to him, hand on the door of the SUV. “What’s wrong?”

Evershaw stared down the street and then—there. A flash of dark hair and a pale face, and snapping green eyes that didn’t see him. The witch. It had to be her. What the hell was she doing in that part of town? He’d have expected her to be an uptown girl, even though she dressed like a slob. Some of those rich chicks liked to slum it, or so he’d heard. But the witch—no. Something was different. The way she carried herself wasn’t the ice queen floating above it all, impervious to the weather and criticism alike. Not that girl. Not the one wearing jeans and galoshes and a hooded raincoat and carrying an armful of flowers.

He should have gotten in the car and driven away, especially with Todd and some of his guys standing around staring at him like he’d lost his fucking mind. Maybe he had. But something wasn’t right. The wolf itched and pushed, wanting to follow her. They needed to follow her.

Evershaw rarely contradicted the wolf’s instincts, since they’d never steered him wrong. He muttered under his breath and closed the car door, shaking his head. “I’m taking a walk. I’ll call when I’m ready to go back.”

“But...” Todd blinked, mouth agape, but Evershaw just slapped his shoulder and strode past, focused on the witch. He didn’t like mysteries. At all.