Dane’s shoulders were tense, his attention focused on the guardhouse. Sarah stood behind him, the sounds of battle seeming to echo in her mind. Her body ached because her muscles were locked so tight.
She swallowed and forced herself to speak. “How’d you all find out about the Balkans?” She’d never heard of the plant, and if it could do what they said . . .
Dane didn’t glance back at her. “We have our sources, too, Sarah.” He exhaled. “We would have tried it on Lucas last night, but he had too much silver in him for it to work. The Balkans can’t fight silver.”
Her hands fisted.
“You should trust him,” Dane said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Sarah’s breath stuck in her throat. “Lucas?” Her brittle laugh blended with the snarls in the air. “He wants to put me up for a pack trial! You both do!”
He still didn’t look at her. “You sacrificed for me.”
She edged back a step.
“And you could have let Lucas die at Marie’s. I know how she works. You didn’t have to agree to her trade. You could have just let him die.”
“That’s not who I am.”
Glass shattered. Her gaze flew back to the small, two-room building. Through the broken window, she caught sight of the white wolf, jaws snapping as his eyes blazed at her.
Her left foot lifted.
“Don’t back away,” Dane snapped. “You know wolves like to chase their prey.”
Oh, crap.
She held herself perfectly still.
The wolf vanished.
Silence. Sarah didn’t make the mistake of thinking the battle was over. Silence had lied to her too many times before.
So they waited, not moving, as the minutes ticked by. Her heart pounded, her muscles ached, and she waited.
When the door finally opened, and Lucas stood in the entranceway, a pair of faded jeans hanging low on his hips, her breath heaved out.
But she knew the real battle, for her, wasn’t over yet.
He came toward her, that bright blue stare on her. Piers and Jordan were at his back.
“Caleb?” Dane called out.
Lucas’s head moved in a jerky nod. “He’ll make it. He’s out now, but when he comes back to us . . .” A smile, cruel, deadly, lifted his lips. “He’ll tell us all we need to know.”
She knew the words were a promise.
She also knew the pack was now coming for her. Closing in.
Trial by pack.
There wasn’t any place to run. Like she could run. Dane had been right. The wolves enjoyed the chase far too much.
No, there was nowhere to run.
Surrounded
. The wolves had her trapped.
Dane slipped away, no longer protecting her. He’d left her open to attack. Fine. Not like she’d really expected anything else.
She faced Lucas with her shoulders back and her chin up. “I know how this works.”
One black brow rose. “Do you?”
When it came to pack, there might be a few surprises still out there—like the Balkans—but some things, a girl knew. “Trial by pack. Two fight. The alpha and the accused.”
The one accused of betrayal. Because only a betrayal could open a pack trial. The alpha was the judge. Death could be the verdict or . . .
He could spare his prey.
“You can’t shift.” Lucas’s voice held an edge of anger.
“Not like that’s my fault!” Her head cocked to the right and she gave a shrug. “I guess you’ll just have to take me as I am.”
“I intend to,” he murmured.
Her eyes narrowed.
“If I shift, you’ll just control me,” he told her.
Damn straight she would. Not like she’d
let
any wolf come for her throat. “Then what do we do?” she demanded. “You don’t trust me, you want my blood—”
He moved then, in a flash, catching her arms and hauling her up against him. “Your blood’s not what I want,” he growled.
Her hands caught his shoulders. Curled over the hot, hard skin. “Lucas?” She saw the fury in his eyes, but . . . more. Need. Hunger.
For me.
“You lied to the pack.” His voice rang out. Loud and strong. “Controlled us. Risked us.”
“I helped you!” She yelled right back. “Doesn’t that matter? I went to trade myself for Dane. I fought for you! I didn’t—”
“We’re not fucking puppets,” Piers snapped.
Her gaze collided with his.
“No,” Lucas said softly. “We’re not.”
Sarah swallowed.
“You don’t control us,” Piers said. “You don’t come into our minds, see the hell we carry—”
Because she had seen the darkness there.
“—and control us!”
Dane’s shoulders rolled, a fast ripple of movement. Sarah’s gaze darted to the left. Jordan watched her with narrowed eyes.
Oh hell. This wasn’t going to end well. Not at all.
“The fight will be in human form,” Lucas said, his fingers easing their tight hold on her.
Sarah’s heart slammed into her chest. She’d never have a chance if they stayed human. Guess he’d learned from Rafe. Staying human had been Rafe’s technique, too. No, he’d like to change a little, to let his claws out.
The better to attack.
Her scars seemed to burn.
Lucas turned his back on her. She felt the move like a slap right in the face.
“The fight’s in human form.” His voice was flat. “For pack justice.” His hands were at his sides now, loose. But those claws were coming out.
She backed up a step.
The hiss of her name had Sarah’s head shooting up. Dane stared at her, giving a small negative shake of his head. She froze.
“Wolves want justice. A challenge has been issued.” Lucas lifted his hands, those claws gleaming now. “So if you want your justice,
come and fucking get some
.”
What?
His hand flew out, caught hers. Held tight. His stare stayed on the others. “Because no one is gonna touch her, you understand? You want justice, then challenge
me.
I brought her in, and I’m keeping her in.” His voice deepened with every word, became more guttural. Hardly man, more animal. “She’s pack. And she’s
mine
.”
Sarah couldn’t move right then. Hell, she could barely breathe. Because what Lucas was doing, for an alpha to declare an outsider to be pack, for him to say—
Mine.
—yeah, it was possessive, barbaric, but . . .
In the wolf world, it was also the equivalent of a marriage ceremony.
“You want justice . . .” His dark voice sent a shiver down her spine. “Dane, Piers, Jordan, and any other wolf lurking in the shadows . . . you want your justice, then you come at me for your pound of flesh.”
For an instant, just one tense moment, his gaze locked on her. She saw the wolf looking back at her from the man’s eyes. “You come at me,” he said again. “Because from now on, I’m standing between her and everyone else.”
That was . . . Sarah swallowed. Sweet. Okay, not really sweet, a little brutal and stark but—
“So come on.” He pushed her behind him, shielding Sarah with his body. “Let’s see which of you gets to bleed first tonight.”
Right. Sarah peered around his side. Now he was just talking big. Because the wolves wouldn’t actually attack their alpha. They wouldn’t—
Piers came at him first. His claws were out, his canines lengthening, and he lunged right for Lucas.
Sarah didn’t even have time to scream. Because about two seconds later, Piers was on the ground.
“Next.”
She stood on her toes now and glanced over his shoulder. Dane just smiled. “Alpha, I don’t have a problem with your mate.”
Wait.
Mate. Crap, that’s exactly what Lucas had done, though, he’d claimed her in front of his pack.
“She was willing to trade her life for mine.” Dane sauntered around Lucas. Came to stand beside Sarah. “I stand where I always stand. With you and now, with her.”
That lump in her throat was getting pretty big. So one guy had still wanted her hide. One stood by her side, and her lover—
He was ready to take ’em all down for her.
It looked like her taste in men was definitely improving.
“Jordan?” Lucas still had his claws out.
Piers had risen from the ground. He could charge again, but Lucas didn’t seem too worried about that.
What would Jordan do? She’d almost killed him. He would be the one with the most cause for an attack.
“Jordan, I never meant—” She began.
Dane grabbed her arm. “Not right now. Really,
not right now.
”
Lucas’s head whipped toward her.
Then she saw Piers and Jordan both spring forward. Both were attacking.
Jordan was coming after his own brother.
She’d done this, she’d messed things up, and he was—
Lucas’s leg kicked, slamming into Piers’s stomach, and just that fast, Piers crashed back to the ground. The alpha’s hand flew out, and he caught Jordan right around the throat.
Jordan stared back at him. An almost mirror-image. But . . . less fury on the younger man’s face.
“She almost killed me,” Jordan said.
Sarah flinched.
Lucas dropped his hand. “Challenge me, but you’re not getting to her.”
Jordan’s gaze turned to her. Gold, deep. “I remember what you said.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t speak, because right then, she didn’t know what to say.
“I was lying in a pool of blood, my bones bursting through my skin, and those coyotes were coming to rip me apart.”
Lucas’s shoulders stiffened.
But Jordan smiled. “That wasn’t the first time Death tried to come for me, but I was sure wondering how the hell I’d get away from him then.”
“You nearly didn’t.” The words slipped out. But she knew just how close he’d come. She could still see those coyotes closing in for the kill.
“I’m the one you want,” he said. Voice so quiet she had to strain to hear him.
Lucas stepped forward, his hand rising once again.
“That’s what you said.” Jordan’s lips curved in a crooked grin. “Even as I was bleeding out, I heard you.
‘Up here. I’m the one you want.’
And those bastards turned away from me, and they went after you.”
Now all eyes were on her. She shoved her hair back. “They
were
after me.” He was trying to make it sound like she’d saved him. She’d been the one to make him do the header through the window.
“One human, at least three coyotes.” Jordan whistled. “Them aren’t very good odds, lady.”
“No,” Lucas growled. “They’re not.”
She forced one shoulder to lift and hoped the shrug looked careless. “I like to gamble.”
She hated gambling.
“And I was FBI. It’s not like I was some kind of defenseless human.” She’d had training. Hand-to-hand, weapons—
“When you’re a human fighting a shifter, you
are
defenseless.” This came from Dane.
But obviously, the guy didn’t realize just how devious humans could be. He’d have to watch that weakness.
“You challenged the coyotes and you saved my ass,” Jordan drawled. “Not quite even, not yet, but I have a feeling we will be. One day.” That grin stretched a bit. “Especially since it looks like you’ll be staying with us. Permanently.”
Um, now about that—
“
Piers.
” Lucas’s voice snapped out. “You gonna keep dicking around or are you gonna attack like you mean it?”
Piers was up again. His green eyes gleamed. “What’s the point? We both know you can kick my ass even when you’re loaded with silver.” His teeth snapped together. Such sharp teeth. “I just wanted to get in a few swings.” Then his gaze turned to Sarah and his head inclined. “If she stays out of my head, and I mean
out
, then we have no problem.”
“If you shift around me, I’m in.” Sarah spoke quickly, because she didn’t want any more lies or half-truths with the pack. Not when they were offering her . . . everything.
Home. Safety. Pack.
Pack was forever.
“I get a loud broadcast unless you’re shielding, and Caleb’s the only wolf who’s ever shielded with me.” Probably not the best guy to bring up right then.
Piers’s eyes narrowed.
“If you shift, I’ll be in your head.” She glanced around at the men. “This goes for all of you. It will be just like—”
“You’re one of us,” Lucas finished. “It will be just damn like you’re a wolf. So think of her that way because she
is
one of us now.” His gaze didn’t leave her. “But you don’t control us. You don’t push your compulsions on my men or me.”