The door opened at that moment, and Thomas walked in. He looked tired and annoyed. When he stepped aside, the first of too many newcomers poured through the door. Many glanced at the women and children. I tried to gauge their reaction but was soon too busy.
Each man took a plate and stood by the stove. They waited patiently as I scooped a portion of eggs and rice mixed with sausage onto their plate. Those who sat down first ate quickly then brought their dishes to the sink and filed out. Mary and Rilla washed and dried everything, and brought it back to the stove.
It seemed a never-ending loop for a while; but, finally, I saw the last man step through the door. I stopped conserving the scoops and generously fed those remaining in line. It didn’t take the room long to empty after that. After the final newcomer left, one of the Mated men closed the door and the tension eased from the room.
Looking around at the mess, I realized I’d never fed Thomas. I scraped what was left into a single pot, covered it, then went to help with the dishes. With so many hands to help, the room was quickly back in order; and the families returned to their rooms.
I went to the window and looked out. The men milled around the yard. Grey and Thomas walked among them. Many stopped Thomas to talk to him.
I glanced at Winifred and found her watching me. Mary was standing by her side.
“Can you tell us what’s happening?” I asked.
“They’re discussing you now.”
“Me?”
“They scented the Claim.”
I moved away from the window and went to Winifred.
“Is it bad?”
“Not as bad as you imagined, but worse than we’d hoped for. There are several who are willing to accept you as one of us now that they know a Claim is possible. However, the majority are still against you, saying you’re too human. They need to know you’re not, Charlene.”
Mary gave Winifred a puzzled look.
“Not what?”
“Not too human,” I said.
I wasn’t stupid. After Winifred’s and Thomas’ talks about protecting me, about how important I was to their future, and about how they weren’t concerned about my ability, I’d figured it might come to this. That she would want me to reveal my secret to everyone in an effort to win their support and keep me here.
“They will try to use me,” I said.
Winifred shook her head.
“It would expose us. I would never allow that.”
“Then they’ll tell someone to try to get rid of me.”
“I’ll forbid that as well. Revealing you would reveal us.”
“Please, Winifred,” I begged. “Don’t do this.”
“I won’t. You and Thomas will. Show them what you can do.”
“It doesn’t work like that. I can’t just use my ability to show it off any more than you can use yours for personal gain.”
She was quiet for a moment. Sounds exploded outside. Growls, howls, snarls, and barking.
“Save him,” Winifred said, standing.
I knew what she’d done. She wasn’t trying to force me; she was giving me a valid reason to use my powers. Regardless of her reasons, I was angry. I ran to the door and threw it open. Bodies clogged the way. I screamed at them to let me through. Body by body, I pushed my way to the writhing mass.
Winifred, what have you done?
Thomas, the man, twisted and dodged attacks from the five wolves around him. They all moved incredibly fast. Each jump, each pass they made, left a mark somewhere on Thomas. There were just too many of them for him to combat or defend.
My hands curled into fists. I could so easily stop them all as I’d done before. But I wasn’t sure about Winifred. Her will wasn’t like the rest, and now there were two Elders. My gaze shifted to Grey. He remained focused on his brother.
Thomas grunted as one of the wolves clamped down on his arm. I felt his pain. It surged through our connection and stole my breath. A bite to the arm shouldn’t feel—Thomas turned and I saw the wolf hanging from his back.
Get off him.
I hadn’t realized I’d grabbed my will until the body of the wolf jerked away from Thomas. I hit him again and again, beating him until he loosed his hold. Then, I swung out at the ones still circling Thomas. Two flew into the crowd.
The evened odds gave Thomas a chance. Lightning fast, he reached out and caught one of the two remaining wolves.
“Enough,” I said as Thomas grasped the wolf’s throat. Thomas hesitated a second then opened his hand. The wolf yipped and fell to the ground.
Thomas glared at the remaining wolf, almost daring it to attack, while I eyed Thomas’ cuts and bruises. At least, they hadn’t ripped his ear, again. I didn’t want to pick out any more stitches. The wolf finally looked away. Satisfaction coursed through me, then Thomas’ tired gaze met mine.
I gave him a worried frown. When I’d asked him a month ago what he’d needed, his answer had been correct. Cooperation.
I turned to address the men around us.
“If you want to behave like animals then society will continue to treat you like animals. You will be hunted down and killed. Maybe you can accept that but look through that door,” I said, pointing toward Mary and Rilla, who’d rejoined us.
“They don’t want to accept that. They are willing to change to give the next generation a chance.”
“A chance for what?” one of the men said. I turned, trying to find the voice in the crowd but couldn’t.
“A chance to survive.”
“There aren’t enough Mates. You’re promising the impossible,” the voice said again. I recognized it. It was the man who’d attacked me then later joined Thomas’ pack.
“Aren’t there?” asked Winifred, stepping out. “You sensed Charlene was a possibility when you first arrived here. Her desire to change things upset you, and you’ve refused to see her as what she is. A potential Mate. I’ve listened to your concerns. She’s too human. She’s too weak. Did she look too human or too weak just now? She stopped this fight, not me. Not Grey.”
The men stared at me, and I struggled not to look away. Fear and shame dug into my belly. Hands settled on my shoulders, and a wave of reassurance washed over me.
“We Elders have spoken with her and have watched the changes she’s made. We believe she is the future of our race. We can’t force you to accept her, but we will not let you harm her or drive her away for as long as her existence continues to benefit us.”
I sensed her will split at the same time I sensed Grey’s. They worked together to touch every wolf. Numerous strands whipped out of the clearing, fading from what I could feel, only to return moments later with the rest. They’d spoken a command to all of their kind, not just those here.
I reached up and placed my hand on top of Thomas’. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my head.
“Your race can be something great,” I said, “but it will take cooperation and hard work. The things we do today will impact tomorrow and the future of your people. What future do you want? More fighting amongst yourselves?”
“I want a future where my son has hope of a Mate,” Rilla said from behind me. “I want a safe place to live until I give birth to this next one.” She patted her still flat stomach.
The tension in the crowd seemed to break after that. Many of the men shifted position to study Rilla, and I wondered how many were hoping she carried a girl. Her husband stood behind her, a protective hand on her waist.
Thomas’ hand dropped to my back, and he nudged me toward the door.
“Wait, what about the new members?”
At the sound of the familiar voice, I stopped moving. I wanted to reach out and grab the man by his throat. Instead, I took a calming breath.
“Recall our deal. He will accept new members the day after you return. That’s tomorrow. Today, give yourselves time to get to know one another.”