So Charlene’s gift hadn’t changed, but Thomas had. Why after the Claiming? Could it be that her ability had changed before that, but she hadn’t noticed? Did this mean when...if...I Claimed Emmitt, my gift could change again?
Stumped, I finally looked down at the picture in my hand. I felt the same sense of recognition as I had when I first saw Charlene’s picture, but this time I had an explanation for it.
“This is the girl from my first vision. She was studying. College texts, I think. One of you was lying beside her. A huge dog with a long, shaggy brown coat. I saw her petting him.” I looked up and saw Sam’s surprised expression. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, no. It’s just...she tolerates coming here but doesn’t really have a fondness for any of us.”
I wasn’t wrong in what I’d seen. “I guess we just have to see what comes to pass. Maybe it was just a picture of a possibility.” I passed the photo back to him.
Sam stared down at the picture in his hand, a slight smile on his lips. The girl in the picture might not have a fondness for them, but Sam definitely had affection for her.
“Do you know of a way to reach Blake?” Thomas asked.
I started to shake my head no but then paused. “There’s a lawyer who seems to be in contact with him.”
“A lawyer?” Thomas said.
“Before I ran, my stepfather left me an envelope filled with documents and stuff, including a number for a lawyer. I looked the lawyer up online and sent him an email. He replied right away, asking for a meeting to read Richard’s will. But he mentioned Blake too, so I never responded.”
“Perhaps we could work through the lawyer,” Charlene said, hope buoying her words.
“If the Elders can’t communicate with him, the only chance we have to get the answers we want is face to face,” Thomas said. “Not through a lawyer.”
Sam nodded in agreement but looked troubled.
They were right. I doubted Blake would respond willingly to a phone call, email, or third party. If we wanted answers, Blake would need to be confronted face to face like Thomas said. And, I realized, I would have to do it. He had no reason to acknowledge anyone else in the room.
Ice formed in my limbs.
“I need to go back.”
Charlene and Nana Wini shared a worried look.
“No, honey,” Charlene said. “We’ll think of something else. Now that you’re here, and Nana put out a call about your protection, there’s a possibility he’ll come to you.”
Fear swamped me.
“No. I don’t want Blake here.”
I didn’t want Blake anywhere near my brothers. Yet, that’s exactly what would happen now that he’d found us again. He was probably already tracking us or trying to. If I left the boys here, surrounded by werewolves not controlled by Blake, and went back to Wisconsin to lead Blake away, my brothers would be safe. Well, safer. Still, I wasn’t willing to throw myself at Blake for the sake of a few unanswered questions—no matter how much I wanted the answers.
“Michelle, it would be better for you to stay here,” Charlene said.
“For me, but not for Liam and Aden. They are how he controlled me before.” I didn’t want to go back, but I would to keep them safe.
Compassion flooded Nana’s expression. I wished I had her strength. That was it, I thought with realization. Maybe there was a way for all of us to stay safe.
“Emmitt said Elders are stronger, more powerful than any other pack member. Maybe one could come with me, and one could stay here,” I said, hopefully.
The group remained quiet for several moments before Thomas spoke up. “Neither you nor your brothers will be put at risk if we lure Blake here.”
“I understand that you don’t believe so, but you don’t know Blake.” And neither did I, not really. But the memory of his hand tightening around my throat made me desperate to keep my brothers safe. He was coming for me. I didn’t doubt that. If I left without my brothers and he caught me again, at least I wouldn’t have their wellbeing holding me back from trying to escape.
Sam cleared his throat. “Let’s think on this for a while.”
“Not too long,” I said, wondering if Blake already knew of our location.
“We’ll meet again tonight,” Charlene said firmly.
I had little hope they would come up with a plan that didn’t involve me facing Blake. But, my worst fear wasn’t that Blake recaptured me. I feared never seeing my brothers again and never knowing if they were as protected and loved as I wanted them to be. Another thought pierced my heart. Would they grow up without any memories of their parents or me? Because of their ages, it was a possibility. Yet, what other choice did I have but to leave them here? My selfish need to stay with them wouldn’t protect them.
Knowing what I needed to do, I nodded at Charlene. That’s all they were waiting for. The others stood and started filing out completely unaware of the probable future tearing me apart.
Emmitt’s hand settled on my shoulder. A comforting touch. A reminder that it wasn’t the future yet and that I still had today to make unforgettable memories with my brothers.
I rose, took Emmitt’s hand, and headed out the door.
* * * *
Gregory and Mary found us while we were on our way to dinner. I sent the boys ahead to eat with Jim, Paul, and Henry while Emmitt and I headed to the soundproofed room.
When we entered, Charlene was in a whispered conversation with Thomas. Whatever they discussed, she looked very adamant.
Sam and Nana spoke with two newcomers, imposing men who stood just inside the door. The older of the two closed the door behind us. He was leaner and older than the other, but in no way less impressive. The younger, larger man rivaled Jim’s size. With long, thick legs, he towered over his partner and stood with his massive arms crossed as he silently listened to Sam. I much preferred Emmitt’s leaner build but didn’t mistake their size differences to directly relate to their abilities. I knew better; I’d watched Emmitt and Jim “rough house” at the lake and Nana take on two larger men.
Emmitt led me to an open chair, and as usual, he held it out for me. The papers on the table caught my eye—four airline tickets. Two had names I didn’t recognize. Another had Emmitt’s name. The last ticket had my name on it.
My heart skipped a beat. I’d known I would have to go back, but I couldn’t settle on how I felt about it.
“We spoke at length,” Thomas said, noting the direction of my gaze. “We think an information-gathering trip to your old home, with the protection of an Elder, is a good idea. Those tickets are only if you agree to our plans.”
Charlene moved toward the table, and Thomas considerately pulled out her chair even though she scowled at him. They’d obviously disagreed about something.
“Jim and Nana Wini will stay with the boys at all times as will Mary and Gregory,” Thomas said. “Paul and Henry will be with them, as well, but no other werewolves will be permitted near them as a precaution.”
I sensed Nana Wini’s influence in the decision to limit their contact. Gratitude swamped me. It had to be tough to find out the complete control she’d thought she had was just an illusion.
Thomas continued. “While keeping the Liam and Aden safe, we will not let them feel isolated. We’ll keep them busy, just like today. In the event something does happen, Mary and Gregory will be their first line of defense followed by Jim and Nana Wini.”
My hands grew cold at his words.
“At that point, Nana Wini would put a call out. I promise you, the entire pack will answer.”
I could only nod in agreement due to the lump in my throat. It gave me chills hearing Thomas talk like that, but I was glad they’d thought it through. My brothers would be well guarded.