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)
“He told you to take out Tyson specifically?” he demands.
“Tyson specifically, yes.”
“Why?”
I wince.
“To hurt the rest of us since we only just got him back?” he tries.
“Maybe some of that but Wyatt says it’s because Tyson murdered our father.”
Greyson’s eyebrows fly up in surprise.
“I don’t know the details,” I explain. “My father wasn’t a good guy either; he was our alpha before my brother. For all I know, Tyson Savage feels it was warranted. I just… don’t know.” I shrug.
“What were you tasked to do here? Specifically?”
I haul in a big breath. “Weaken your pack with a mixture of herbs that a witch told us would prevent shifting. And I knew that’s what they’d do because he tried it out on some of his betas. I’m assuming he wanted the strongest weakened so he could take over without them having the ability to fight back. He didn’t like it when I couldn’t tell him how that went. I was told to learn all I could about you. To try to find a way to get into the village, draw maps, give him important facts. I told him I didn’t think it was possible, and he wasn’t happy about it, but then out of nowhere I got revised orders from my cousin Jimmy with the delivery of a gun telling me to find a way to take Tyson out as quickly as possible instead. I only served the poison when I had to, when Jimmy was there at the counter watching under a scent mask, like the day you were there. I wouldn’t do it if he wasn’t there and I put less than I was told to. I embellished when I told them that several alphas came in from your pack and got the herb over a period of the past few weeks. I’m sure he thought I gave it to more than three. I think Jimmy thought I gave it to the three of you that day.”
His jaw muscles flex while I try to slow my heartrate.
“I made it sound like I’d done more than I’d done because he made threats. And he expects when he tells you to do something, even if it’s not logical, for you to just make it happen. And if you don’t…” I give him a severe expression.
“Let me get this straight. Your alpha brother ordered you to take vengeance on your father’s… also his father’s murderer?”
I nod.
“And he was okay with tasking his sister with the elimination of the man he feels is responsible for his father and alpha’s death?”
I nod again.
He’s having to work to wrap his mind around these facts and I’m not shocked about that based on what I’ve seen from him so far. Greyson Blackwood isn’t the kind of alpha I’m accustomed to. He’s clearly driven by different factors than Wyatt’s motivations. Of course an alpha would leverage his pack members for certain tasks that would benefit the pack, but I suspect this man’s protectiveness would never see him assigning dangerous tasks to females.
I haven’t been raised around capable alphas. And my father didn’t hesitate to delegate, but I wasn’t close enough to see the inner workings and management of our pack until Wyatt took over and put me in the office doing his old job. My brother believes in delegation, in putting himself first, that everyone around him isn’t his to protect, they exist only to serve him.
“His omega sister,” Greyson surmises with a mutter and a shake of his head.
Am I omega? I guess he would know.
“Where is your pack based?” Greyson asks.
I pull in breath and hold onto it, puffing out my cheeks.
He takes my face into his hands. “Where?”
I exhale slowly as his eyes bore into mine.
“There are innocent people there who might get caught in the crossfire. Children. Old people.”
His jaw muscles flex. “We don’t harm the innocent.”
“They could be trying to hurt you because he tells them to. Not because they want to. Like me.”
“We’ll keep all of that in mind,” he says gently.
I chew my cheek. If it comes down to it, Wyatt will use them as shields.
“Now, babe. Answer me,” he demands, this time more firmly.
“Silver Hills.”
“Thought that’s what I heard on the phone. The only pack I know of out there is John Meadows’ pack, right?”
“My father. You knew him?”
“Met him once.”
My face goes even hotter. The look on his face says he didn’t think much of him.
“Your brother says Ty killed John Meadows?”
I nod. “According to Wyatt, yes, but we weren’t allowed to tell outsiders any of those details. We were told if approached by anyone outside the pack that we had to send them to Wyatt for answers to their questions.”
“When did your father die?”
“Eight and a half years ago. Wyatt says he wants this territory for our pack, for a legacy to honor Father who had always wanted it. Figures he’ll take control of your pack and make all your people bow to him while he takes it. To say my brother has delusions of grandeur is an understatement.”