The howling of the wolves, the gunfire outside, and the sudden silence through the cabin assured him the danger had moved and the Enforcers had made record time getting to the cabin. Unfortunately, the cabin appeared a little worse for wear.
“Aiden.” The door burst open as Stygian’s rough voice called out his name.
Lights speared into the room as he slowly relaxed his guard and stood up carefully among the shattered glass that littered the floor.
“Stygian, get a blanket for Charity and my pants and shoes from the bedroom. The room is filled with glass.” His feet already smarted from the nicks and cuts inflicted on them.
As Stygian rushed for the other room, battery powered lights lit up the cabin as it slowly filled with Enforcers.
“This one’s still breathing,” Styx called out as he found the Coyote Charity had shot. The sudden sound of a gunshot assured Aiden the Coyote wasn’t breathing any longer.
Aiden grimaced. He had hoped to keep at least one of them alive.
Behind him, Charity held to him weakly, her head lying against his back, her breathing rough.
“You okay?” he questioned her over his shoulder.
“Alive,” she bit out.
Aiden grunted. “Beats dead any day of the week, huh?”
She chuckled weakly as he felt her shake her head slowly against his back.
“Blanket.” Stygian rushed back into the room. He threw the blanket to Aiden, though he carried the jeans and sneakers Aiden would need.
Catching the covering, he turned and wrapped Charity in it quickly. She was pale, her eyes wide and dark, but she appeared relatively unharmed.
“Let me get dressed and I’ll get you on the couch.” He turned and grabbed his jeans and shoes from Stygian and quickly donned them.
Making certain the blanket was tucked around her, he picked Charity up and moved swiftly to the couch. First things first. He had to check her out, make certain she was okay, then he would find out just how the hell the Council’s mongrels had made it past the perimeter alarms, Enforcers and Wolves. He knew what they were after, now he had to figure out how to stop them. And figure out why the hell there had been no sign of them in town.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“You underestimated your enemy,” she muttered as he sat her on the couch in another cabin and straightened away from her. “Coyotes aren’t stupid, Aiden. Soulless, but not stupid. The very fact that you aren’t being watched should alarm you.”
He grunted, which did little to assure her he had taken the point.
“Where did you get your training?” he asked her then, ignoring her warning.
“Does it matter?” she bit out, chafing under his possessive attitude.
He stared down at her, his eyes flat and hard. “Do you want to answer me?”
“Army,” she finally answered him bitterly. “That’s where I received my scientific training as well. My foster parents were Army. Killed during a terrorist strike while they were overseas.”
Her upbringing as well as her training had been unorthodox. Her foster parents had been part of a unique group of scientists working in the Biological Warfare Studies group designed, supposedly, to find cures for some of the unique viral contagions that had cropped up at the time.
But he knew all this. Aiden wasn’t a stupid man, she thought. He would know all there was to know about her past. His next words confirmed that.
“They were good people. There was no mention of your training, though.”
She sighed wearily.
“They won’t stop trying to take me, Aiden. You know that,” she warned him again, unwilling to allow him to change the subject.
Dawn was peeking over the mountains outside and the entire compound was on alert. Enforcers were pacing nervously along the walls and calls had gone out to pull more in.
She stared up at him, seeing the savage determination in his expression, the stubbornness in his gray eyes. He was refusing to accept the danger she represented to the community Wolfe had slowly fought to make safe for their people
“Think about it, Aiden,” she told him firmly, aware of the half dozen Breeds, including Wolfe, who listened behind him. “The drugs were specifically designed to force ovulation and compatibility with your sperm. When their tests revealed the added Breed component in my blood, they checked their own records and matched it with you. They had samples of your sperm. They designed a drug that would enhance and would speed up the process my body had started…”
“Because we are mated,” he bit out triumphantly, as though the ongoing argument over the mating was behind her words.
Charity rolled her eyes as she pushed her fingers through her hair in frustration. Was he never going to give up? He was the most stubborn person she had ever laid eyes on.
“Listen to you. You did not mate me, Aiden. You marked me somehow. The drugs mated me, not you.”
His eyes flashed like a mercurial storm, the color twisting and surging within itself.
“Drugs created from my sperm. From my individual DNA,” he bit out arrogantly as though the fact that it was he she had mated with made him somehow superior to anyone else she may have been tested for.
And still, he missed the point. The danger she was bringing to the compound was her concern, not the damned mating, drug related or not.
“Goddammit, this isn’t about the fucking mating!” she yelled as she came to her feet, clutching the blanket tightly around her naked body as she faced him furiously. “Don’t you hear what I’m saying, Aiden? I’m a danger to everyone here. To everything Wolfe is attempting to build. You have to let me leave.”
Incredulity filled his expression. “And go where?” He spread his hands wide. “Where else would you be even reasonably safe, Charity?”
She would never be safe, and she knew it. But she wouldn’t hide behind the very people she had fought so many years to protect, either.
“And if they launch an all out assault?” she asked him loudly. “What the hell will you do then? They know you’ve fucked me…”
“I mated you,” he yelled back, his voice dark, wickedly sensual with its angry growl.
“They know conception is possible, Aiden…”
“By God, if you haven’t conceived yet it’s not from lack of trying,” he growled.
If she hadn’t needed to keep the blanket on her to preserve her modesty she would have pulled her hair in frustration.
“Are you trying to make me crazy?” she snarled. “Stop changing the subject.”
“There is no subject under discussion,” he informed her arrogantly. “You are my mate, and therefore part of the pack. You are safest here. When you are no longer so weak, you will realize this.”
She gaped at him for a moment in amazement.
“Get over the mating stuff, Aiden. They won’t stop. How many of your people will die before you hate me for it?” she screamed back at him. “Look at me, Aiden. I won’t allow it…”
“My mate. My decision.” He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
“Drugs do not make a mate.” She wondered what it took to convince him of this. “Do you understand me, Aiden? Not. Your. Mate.”
“My mate. My woman,” he growled. “My child.”
The last word shocked her into silence, but only for a moment. “There is no child.”
“Yet.” Satisfaction glittered in his eyes.
“Ever.”
His brow arched slowly. “Do you think you can deny me, Charity?” he drawled sensually. “Already your body is hot, aroused. Any man in this room can scent your need.”
Her eyes widened as she swallowed tightly then turned and looked at the interested men watching the exchange with no small amount of amusement. She felt her face flush in embarrassment as her gaze went to Wolfe questioningly.