hold on sanity in this world. More darkness and evil lay just over the horizon, but I knew that I would at least have him at my side.
At the other end of the circle, Barrett spoke to his pack, fewer than twenty members strong. Their number had been slashed, as they had once been controlled by the animal clan, forced to attack nightwalkers as the naturi searched for me. Barrett had lost two of his brothers, leaving only his younger brother Cooper and sister Erica at his side.
The alpha spoke of unity and family. He spoke of loyalty not only to the pack, but also to their race. He then turned to James and spoke about the young man’s accomplishments. He heralded James’s unwavering determination and his dedication to understanding the other races throughout his life, as well as James’s boundless compassion and fierce loyalty to his friends. And when the vote came down for his acceptance in the pack, it was unanimous. But then, it was rare for anyone to speak out against an applicant when the person had the alpha’s full support.
And then it was official. There were no fights. No bloody, exhausting trials in order to enter into the Savannah pack, just a pile of paperwork and a thorough interview with Barrett. James had been considerate enough to ask if I minded if he moved to Savannah before he officially petitioned Barrett. I’d simply smiled and nodded at him.
The only one ever known to skip the formal induction process into the Savannah pack stood on my right, watching the proceedings in silence. Nicolai Gromenko had been a desperate act on my part. Stuck in a bad situation with Jabari as his owner, he was about to be handed over to the naturi as a sacrifice when I finally stepped in and swore to protect him with my life.
Unfortunately, moving the shifter to my domain in Savannah meant that he also had to be accepted by the local pack to survive.
So at my request, Barrett took Nicolai in. But the arrangement couldn’t last. Nicolai needed a pack of his own, a place to call his own. He was born to be an alpha, and I knew that a part of him was chafing under Barrett’s rule.
“You’ve brought another sheep into the flock,” Nicolai said.
A broad smile finally lifted my lips. “I had nothing to do with this one.”
“No, you just look like a proud parent watching her child win his first award.”
“Just think of us as friends of the family,” Danaus interjected without taking his eyes off James. I inwardly shook my head. Danaus had never truly cared for the shapeshifter, and a small part of me thought it might have to do with my brief past with Nicolai. Of course, that was assuming Danaus was capable of feeling jealousy. I wasn’t about to get my hopes up.
At the other end of the clearing a cry of pain rose up, crashing through the air as James began the process of changing into a wolf. A quick conversation with Barrett a few nights earlier revealed that James had spent two months in the winter with the pack, learning what he could do before he briefly returned to Themis with the intention of living without the support of a pack.
While I wasn’t thoroughly versed in the lycanthrope world, it was my understanding that transition from man to wolf was painful for the first year, as the person learned muscle control and focus. I squeezed Danaus’s hand, a part of me wishing I could take away James’s pain. The sweet young man had always expected to be a spectator on the outside of the supernatural world, not a member.
Danaus squeezed my hand back. “He’s fine.”
“It will get easier,” Nicolai reassured me. “In a few months he’ll be able to shift anytime that he wants to. For now, he’ll be limited to the call of the full moon or the naturi.”
Others joined James, the clearing suddenly filled with large wolves of various color. I never took my eyes off of James as I saw the wiry young man change into a wolf with a thick black coat. When the transformation was complete, he shook himself once, as if brushing away the last of the pain, before he trotted over to me.
His long pink tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth as he stared up at me. I could feel his happiness. It seemed he’d finally found his home, and I couldn’t have been happier for him. Kneeling down, I plunged my hand through his thick coat, rubbing his ears.
“You’re a beautiful wolf,” I proclaimed with a grin. “I’m very proud of you.”
James nuzzled my arm once before brushing against me and turning back to the rest of the pack, which was milling around the circle. They sniffed and snapped at each other in play, eager to finally be running and hunting on the night of the full moon. As James rejoined the group, I noticed a smaller wolf with a mix of gray and white fur nip at his neck before she trotted off, giving him a little bark as if to encourage him to follow her.
Beside me, Nicolai chuckled. “I wonder how Barrett’s going to take that.”
“What?”
“That’s his sister who’s taken an interest in James. I almost pity the boy.”
Only Barrett and Nicolai remained in human form. I noted the look that passed between the two men before Barrett finally shifted into a large brown wolf and led his pack out into the woods.
I glanced up at the sky one last time, taking note of the full moon that hung bloated over our heads. “How is it that you’re not hunting with them tonight?”
“I will,” Nicolai murmured, his direct gaze straying away from my face. “There is something that I wanted to discuss with you first.”
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
“You had to know it was coming.”
“I did.”
“Look, I know you saved my life, not only from the naturi, but from Jabari too. Hell, you’ve probably protected me from my own kind as well, considering my past. I don’t want you to think I’m turning my back on what you did for me.”
“But two alphas can’t exist in the same pack,” Danaus said.
“You knew?”
“Only recently,” the hunter admitted. “It’s how the others behave around you. You’re a natural leader, and it makes things . . . uncomfortable for you when you are forced to constantly heel to Barrett.”
“It’s not Barrett,” Nicolai quickly countered with a shake of his head. “He’s a great leader and he has taken amazing care of his people. I . . . just . . . don’t belong here.”
My brow furrowed. My protection of Nicolai had been distant at best, but I’d always felt that if he was in my domain, I could reach him in time. I would always be there for him. “Where will you go?”
“Argentina.”
“What?”
“To be more precise, Buenos Aires,” Nicolai said. “There’s a very large concentration of lycanthropes in Argentina. Word has come up through the grapevine that warlocks and witches are going missing from the region and people are starting to point fingers in the direction of my kind. My Spanish is solid and I thought I could go down and see if I could look deeper into the situation before it turns into an indiscriminate hunting party. With the naturi on the loose, we can’t afford to have our numbers drop.”
“What did Barrett say?” Danaus inquired from behind me.
“Can I help you pack?” Nicolai joked, earning a smack on the chest from me.
“If he ever uttered those words, I would skin him alive and he knows it,” I growled.
“No, he said that a place would always be open for me in the Savannah pack should I ever decide to return.”
I nodded, shifting my shoulders against the newfound tension accumulating there. “So?”
“So the question has been left up to you. Can I go?” Nicolai demanded.
Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, I paced away from the two men, walking into the open clearing while crossing my arms over my chest. The spring wind was cool and there was still a bite in the air, as if winter were