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And she’s been kidnapped by the witches.
I can’t leave her like that. That’s not me. Knowing she’s there and that Simone—who has to be one of my grandmother’s witches—made sure I got that envelope today, I’m probably walking right into a trap if I go to confront Marie right away.
But I have to. Waiting for one of the other wolves… waiting for Lucas to come back from their search might be too long. Is Jeannie in danger? What happens if she realizes that supernaturals are real? Will they let her go? Make her stay?
She’s not involved in this. It’s not right, making her pay just because she knows me.
I have to get her back—and I have to do it now.
I don’t want to get Eleanor into any trouble with the Alpha or her mate. I’ve been assured up and down that I’m not being ‘babysat’ any longer, and I’m going to take my mate at his word. I’m a shifter. This is a challenge…
No. It’s a summons.
And I’m going to answer it as soon as I give Eleanor a heads up that that’s what I’m planning on.
I stampede down the first flight of stairs, calling for her.
“Eleanor?” I raise my voice. “Ellie!”
“In here.”
Trying my best to pinpoint the sound of her voice, I follow it toward the end of the hall where Eleanor and Kirk’s room is. Good. Considering I’m feeling a little panicked, a little pissed, a whole lot of petty right now, that’ll save me another trip.
I knock on the closed door. “Can I come in?”
“Of course. Door’s open, hon.”
Letting myself in, I find Eleanor on her belly, legs folded behind her, feet dangling in the air as reads a large hardcover set in the middle of the bed. One look at my expression, though, and she rolls over onto her back before pushing herself up.
“Hey. Is everything okay?”
No. Not even a little—but I’m going to fix this. I’m going to take care of this. And then it will be.
I don’t tell her that. Instead, I jerk my thumb at her closet.
“Do you remember the red cloak that you gave to Lucas? The one you let me borrow when he first brought me back to the pack house?”
“You mean when you were joking around that you were living in some opposite version of Little Red Riding Hood? Of course.”
Good. “Can I borrow it?”
Eleanor frowns. “You can wear anything of mine you want, Fallon. But… why the red one?”
She doesn’t ask me why I want a cloak or seem surprised that I remember them. The last time the two of us snuck out together, I got a firsthand look at the cloaks and capes in her impressive collection. Another reminder that the pack—and the witches—have been stuck in time for so long, Eleanor admitted that her style icon was an actress who died before I was born.
I don’t need the cloak. It might be November, but since I’ve been Lucas’s bonded mate, I haven’t felt the chill at all. However, since I’m about to take this particular trip, I feel like it calls for it.
“Why? Because I’m going to visit my grandma’s house on the other side of the woods.”
I didn’t expect Eleanor to grab the red cloak from the closet, help me put it on, then pat me on my ass on the way out the door. Not gonna lie, that would’ve been kind of sweet, but I know better. We’re friends and all, but like the rest of the pack, her loyalty is to the Alpha.
Well, Kirk first since he’s her mate, but after that, it’s Lucas.
One good thing about there being no phones in Winter Creek? She can’t tell me I’m nuts, then run off to text the Alpha that his mate has lost her mind again. And maybe she’s able to send a message through her bond with Kirk, but I hope I was able to cut her off before she did.
I showed her the photo. Explaining who the woman in the picture is catches Eleanor’s attention, and that earns me the cloak, at least. Reminding Eleanor that I’m a wolf shifter who is already on the cusp of going feral again thanks to my grandmother’s challenge has her passing it off, then moving toward the far side of the room.
She sinks down into the chair near the window. “We have to wait for Lucas.”
