Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
My plan? I have no earthly idea what to do except that I have to try to talk Wyatt out of his plans somehow, some way. He will never win. Not from what I’ve seen. The size of these men, the resources they have, the sheer numbers of healthy, able-bodied folks in their pack? He can’t possibly win. And I don’t want him to try. I don’t want the casualties that will be inevitable if he does. I don’t know what the deal is with Tyson Savage yet. I don’t know why he killed Father. What I do know is that this pack isn’t the abomination Wyatt made them out to be. Not from what I’ve seen so far.
If someone else were in charge of our pack, they might see the logic in working with this pack instead of against them. Maybe the Arcana Falls pack would offer restitution for Tyson Savage’s crime against my father. That could help our pack in a big way. Maybe help us move to some new land, somewhere we can dig a new well, for a start.
If I can get back home and find a way to have a quiet word with Malachi, I’ll tell him about this pack and the fact that they often help with consulting for other packs and have a whole lot of manpower. Maybe we can ask them to consult on ways to make our village more like theirs after Wyatt is gone. I don’t know how we’d pay, but maybe we could work it out.
Deep in my heart, I know there’s only one way to stop my brother. And that’s not by exiling him. The only way to stop him is if he ceases to breathe. And I hate that I have to think that way, but I do. I know my brother too well.
Maybe one of this pack’s alphas could challenge Wyatt. An alpha in a place like this wouldn’t want our territory so maybe they could help get Wyatt out of the way and then eventually Mal could take over what’s left of us. Though, why would someone do that for us? The way Greyson spoke tonight has me thinking all kinds of things that might not be possible.
I haven’t got it all worked out, what I’ll say or do. All I know is that I need to get to that motel and meet with Jimmy before Wyatt does something stupid. Before someone gets hurt. Halla. Addy. Aunt Shea. The girls might be subjected to even more injustices than they endure now.
I need to get back before Wyatt tries to get someone else to attack here and hurts somebody. Such as Greyson.
Even if Greyson thinks I’m his mate, even if he’s right, I can’t turn my back on my pack. No. Can’t just abandon those girls who deserve to get out from under Wyatt’s vile dictatorship. I can’t let Wyatt use Halla as a weapon when she grows up. Maybe I can get back, sneak her out and bring her here. Greyson’s cousin from the Young coven might be able to help me reach Aphra’s coven. I hope Aphra is okay, but even if she isn’t, I’m sure her family would want to protect Halla. And if not, I’ll look after her myself.
My mind is spinning with options and possibilities, but the overall feeling is fear. All I know is that I have to do something and that something starts with meeting Jimmy and getting him an update. Tell him I failed at killing Tyson, but that I think Wyatt should talk to them about a truce. I could try to make him think it’s worthwhile, that there’s more to gain this way. Tell him how they’ve helped out many other packs. I don’t know; it could all go wrong but all I know is I need to get back and meet Jimmy who said he’d be at the motel tonight to get my update and give me more masking agent. I’ll see what he says, hopefully find out where Wyatt’s head is at, and judge from there.
I’m only wearing the soft grey Savage Construction t-shirt, so I’m hopeful my bag hasn’t been stolen.
I tiptoe outside and find my bag on the front step of the home beside a large, beautiful, aromatic basket. I don’t have time to peruse the basket but immediately see wine, candles, and I can smell chocolate and other food fragrances.
We could never leave treasures like this on someone’s doorstep at home. It’s not far off wolf-eat-wolf in the pack. The climate and culture in our pack is abysmal – an illustration of what happens when you live with next to nothing in your pantry and your pocket for a long time.
I’ve never resorted to theft, others have and though I’m not a thief, I’m guilty of other sins. Clearly our circumstances in my pack have meant I’ve had to resort to other unsavory things. Attempted murder. Poisoning perfect strangers. Wishing my brother was swept away on the wind and gone out of our lives forever.