Brandi: Nano Wolves 2

Chapter 2

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Gareth sighed when his Alpha gave him his back. Normally such an action would have upset him enough to be disrespectful and provoke his leader’s wrath. Today he understood why the man looked away from him, and even agreed with his open show of disapproval. But he couldn’t waste his time worrying about Matt’s feelings, pack protocol, or werewolf politics. All he could think about right now was what he had to do.

“I told them to land the Osprey in the road in front of the house, so if you’re going to look for them, keep watch in that direction. The plane has some new technology they’re testing, so it might be cloaked. I don’t know who they’re sending to collect me. Since I was hitching a ride, I didn’t get to make any special requests for friends.”

Matt snorted at Gareth’s attempt to placate him. “I don’t know why you felt you had to call in those meddling bastards at all. We would have helped you, Gareth. All you’ve done by contacting your old organization is open the pack up to dealing with whatever s**t storm comes out of this. When Brandi finds out the truth, she may shoot you.”

Gareth shook his head even though Matt wasn’t looking at him. “This is bigger than what the pack can handle… I feel it, Matt. I called them to come get me so I could keep the s**t storm away. You know that’s how it works.”

Giving up on convincing Matt of his honest intentions, Gareth turned and stared Ariel down which was not easy. The female Alpha was more than a little intimidating. Her sharp mind made her natural Alpha aggression all the more formidable. Plus at the moment, she was both angry and afraid for someone she cared about. It was the worst combination of emotion to deal with in any female.

He lifted his chin. “If Brandi calls, don’t order her home, Ariel. If you force your Beta to come back here, she’ll hate you and her life—as well as me.”

Ariel glared and shook her head over the order. Who knew a person’s physical absence could cause such an empty hole inside her? She certainly hadn’t known it would be like this when Brandi left. She doubted Brandi had known it either.

She had known precisely the moment Brandi got on the damn airplane in Anchorage because every hair on her body had quivered in alarm at her Beta’s departure. A wild-eyed Gareth bursting into Matt’s house an hour later had eerily validated her sense of Brandi heading into danger. Now she was livid at herself for not having listened to her instincts more before she’d agreed to let Brandi go back alone.

“All I have is some sense of impending trouble. I’m almost ill with worry for her,” Ariel declared, yanking on her hair.

Her mate turned from his post at their picture window and raised his eyebrows. Ariel read the censure in his direct gaze and shook her head over another damn life lesson.

“Let me guess… this debilitating anxiety about Brandi is just another pesky Alpha problem, isn’t it?” She watched Matt nod and wanted to punch him. Her mate’s small smile told her he knew it too.

“Your worry for your Beta is not as overwhelming as it would be for me in these circumstances, but it is not something you can set aside. Whatever your instincts are telling you is without doubt the reality of Brandi’s situation. It must in some way be addressed. Sending Gareth to see to her safety is an appropriate action to take.”

“Damn it. I should have gone with her myself. She wanted me to go—expected me to. With Reed taking over his pack again, it was just bad timing for me to leave Alaska,” Ariel declared.

“No—it was never your place to go,” Gareth declared. “You are her leader, but I’ve come to realize she’s mine to protect. I knew it on some level the first moment I saw her. I did as good a job ignoring our connection as Brandi did, but the difference is my complacency stops today. You have my word, Ariel. Whether Brandi returns to Wasilla or stays where she is… I will be at her side from now on. I am her mate.”

Ariel snorted. “Her mate? Brandi doesn’t think that way about you, Gareth. She doesn’t feel that way about you either. I don’t think the woman has ever allowed herself to love anyone.”

“Forget love—Brandi doesn’t let herself feel anything—period. But I couldn’t force her to stay here just so I could teach her. That was never going to work. She’s… ” Gareth paused, swore, and raked a hand through his hair.

“She’s… what?” Ariel prompted.

“Brandi’s like I was a hundred years ago, and just as green about what’s important. I understand what makes her tick even if I don’t like it. Being around her is like seeing a mirror of my past. Brandi’s all about duty and little else. One way or another, she was going to find a reason to go back to her job.”

Ariel flexed her fingers, making fists and releasing them. She wanted to beat up on something or someone. It was her default reaction to mental pain since her conversion into an Alpha werewolf. Her eyes flashed when she heard her mate growling at her show of angst in front of a pack member.

“Listen to Gareth. Getting worked up and angry won’t help Brandi… or us,” Matt said firmly, turning back to the window and crossing his arms.

Ariel glared at Gareth without knowing why she was so angry at the calm man. There was no clear enemy for her to hate, so maybe Gareth was just a handy target. But when she spoke, she turned and directed her comments to the only man she’d ever met besides Reed Black Wolf who seemed to intuitively understand her internal conflict.

“I watched Brandi coldly kill a man she considered a threat to us when we escaped from Randall Crane. Since I had just killed two before that, who was I to pass judgment on her actions? I admit I put it behind me and forgot what she was. But no matter what kind of life the woman has led, nothing could have adequately prepared her to deal with a scientist doing what Crane was doing. He abducted and experimented on us without a shred of remorse. My gut says Crane’s benefactors have found out about us and know what we are.”

Gareth watched Matt nod in agreement with his mate, but his friend and leader thankfully didn’t say anything to confirm her suspicions. Matthew Gray Wolf was a solid rock. When he’d returned home to Wasilla after his retirement, Matt’s pull on him had been something he couldn’t ignore. Being the pack’s Beta had been the last damn thing in the world he had wanted… or needed at the time. But Matt had calmed a side of him he’d had a hard time living with after all he’d done.

He looked away from the honorable man he served to stare down his equally honorable, but less-in-control-of-herself mate. “My gut says the same, Ariel. I think Brandi is in trouble. That’s why I’ve decided to go after her.”

At the window, Matt barked out a triumphant laugh and pointed. “There they are—those sneaky bastards in their black suits and dark glasses. They think they’re being so stealthy. Why the hell did you call in the half-a*s cats, Gareth?”

Gareth grimaced. They weren’t cats. They were panthers—well part panther. They were also highly trained and had very sensitive hearing. He hoped like hell Fallon and Lars weren’t listening too closely to Matt’s voice which had a tendency to project well beyond the walls of his house.

Sighing over drama he didn’t want, but couldn’t avoid, Gareth fished the keys to his truck out of his pocket and held them out to Ariel, who frowned but took them.

“What are these for?” she demanded.

“Mechanical parts freeze up fast here. Drive my truck while I’m out of town. I called in a favor to get to the lower forty faster than a commercial flight. With luck, I’ll get there around the same time Brandi does. The people she works for are going to want to find out about what happened to her. I just hope she’s smart enough not to tell them what she’s become.”

Ariel snorted, but walked with Gareth as he started toward the door. “I didn’t have a clue about werewolves before Crane experimented on me. From what I gathered from Brandi and Heidi—they didn’t either. I guess I’m glad you’re going after her, but who’s going to be Beta while you’re gone?”

Gareth stopped for a moment and grinned. “Matt will tell Quentin he’s standing in for me, but you’ll be the one doing any real helping if it’s needed. Quentin’s young for a werewolf. He tends to choke when he has to do something unpleasant.”

He opened the door and started out, then stopped and stepped back to Ariel. He put his arms around her and hugged, ignoring her surprise. When the distrustful female pulled away, he laughed at the stunned expression on her face.

“I forgot what it was like wanting someone to approve of me… or trust me. Other than Matt, I typically don’t give a damn what anyone thinks. It was hard enough when I found out I wanted approval from Brandi. Now I discover I want it from you too.”

Ariel frowned. “What form do you expect my approval to take?”

“Let go of the anxiety you have about her. Give Brandi’s care over to me—at least while I’m gone. I’ll be in touch with you and Matt as soon as I can to give you some sort of status about what’s going on.”

Ariel nodded, unable to give him the words, but she had already moved into acceptance of what Gareth said. Glancing at Matt, she saw him still glaring out the window.

She looked back at Gareth. “They have slow human heartbeats, not rapid shifter ones. What the hell are they, Gareth?”

Gareth sighed in resignation. He’d kept the truth quiet all these years, but now it was finally coming out. “You’re right about their human heartbeats, Ariel. They’re not full shifters… just damn close.”

“You’re telling me Crazy Crane wasn’t the only mad scientist doing experiments, aren’t you?” Ariel demanded.

Nodding abruptly, Gareth closed the door behind him, shutting out Ariel’s shock. There was no time to wonder why he’d blurted it all out like that. Maybe it was because he knew Matt wouldn’t keep any truth from the female sharing his life. His Alpha was the only creature alive who knew about his former job… and what he’d done because of it. All most of the pack remembered was he’d disappeared for about forty years, then suddenly came home and taken his place as Beta. It was mostly the truth.

Right now he couldn’t worry about what effect his revelation might have had on betrayed scientist, Dr. Ariel Jones. He also couldn’t concern himself with what Matt was going to have to deal with when his intelligent mate put it together and started hammering him with questions.

Instead of keeping peace between his pack’s mated Alphas, he had to save the fledging werewolf he’d accidentally fallen in love with. His personal epiphany after she left this morning had knocked the complacency right out of him.

The sense of dread he currently carried about Brandi’s situation was all he had energy for.