Alpha Omega 02 - Hunting Ground

alone.
    â€œYou’re the first ones back,” he told Anna. “What brought you in so early?”
    She gave him an odd look. “Brother Wolf told me you needed me here.”
    He had no idea what to say to that. Should he admit that he had no idea what Brother Wolf had been up to? Would that worry her? Before he had to make a decision, Dana broke free of the group around Arthur and approached Charles.
    â€œThere is some concern for Arthur’s sanity,” she murmured softly as soon as she was close.
    And there were no other wolves here who would stand a chance of controlling Arthur if he lost it, she meant. They needed him to be on watch.
    â€œI’m coming,” Charles said.
    â€œI’ll come over, too,” Anna told him. “It can’t hurt, right?”
    He didn’t want her anywhere near the other wolves. There were too many of them. If they all attacked her, there was no way for him to protect her.
    But an Omega wolf could be useful.
    â€œThank you,” he told Anna as he argued silently with Brother Wolf. “That would help.”
    Arthur was sitting on the ground, cradling his mate in his arms and whispering to her while the others held a wary vigil. His face was streaked with tears and his nose ran. “Sunny girl, my sunny girl.”
    He looked up, and his eyes focused on Charles. “She is gone.”
    â€œYes,” Charles said.
    â€œVampires did this,” he whispered. Then he roared, his voice echoing in the tall room. “They hurt her!”
    â€œI know. I will find them.”
    â€œKill them.” Arthur’s face was ravaged, almost unrecognizable in his grief and rage. In his pain.
    â€œI will.”
    Arthur tightened his hold on his wife, tucking her head against his shoulder. “She hated growing old,” he said, rocking her. “Now she won’t have to. My poor Sunny girl.”
    Angus said to Charles, though he made no effort to quiet his voice, “He’ll survive. If the madness was going to take him, it would have already done so. That being so, it might be a good thing to remove our fallen and wounded from the hunting grounds altogether.” He looked at Arthur a moment. “Arthur, would you let us take you home? The others will be here soon, fresh from the hunt.” A dead body smelling of fear and pain was not, probably, going to send any of these wolves into a frenzy. But there was no use in taking the chance.
    â€œYes.” Arthur stood up, his wife cradled in his arms. Charles thought that Angus might be a little too quick to pronounce Arthur well. He swayed a little and looked shocky—still, it would be better to get him away from the hunt.
    But he couldn’t go alone. He hadn’t brought any of his pack—a statement of strength and, maybe, trust. But that left him alone in a foreign county with his dead wife.
    Angus met Charles’s eyes briefly, maybe he saw the panic in them—Charles wasn’t up to comforting Arthur tonight. Offering comfort wasn’t something he was very good at on his best day.
    The Emerald City Alpha looked over his shoulder at one of his wolves. “Send someone to find Alan Choo. Bring me Tom.” He glanced at Charles, not long enough to be a challenge, just enough to indicate he was talking to him when he said, “Alan’s cousins own a funeral parlor. His family takes care of our dead, they know what we are, and they can help Arthur now. And if Tom and his witch can fight off a pack of vampires—they should be able to keep Arthur on track.”
    â€œYou wanted me, Angus? I was just outside.” Tom’s usually easy glide was a little stiff—the only thing that showed he wasn’t fully recovered from his fight. His calm gaze took in the distraught werewolf and Sunny’s corpse. “I see. You send someone after Alan, too?”
    â€œYes. Gather a couple of more pack members, your witch, and Alan—he’ll be here in a moment—and see if you can settle Arthur in for the night at his house.”
    Charles pulled out his wallet and extracted one of Arthur’s cards—he had two, one from his father and one from Arthur. “This is where he’s living in Seattle. Someone should take his wife’s car back to his house as well. It’s the blue Jaguar parked just inside the gate—I don’t know what he drove here.”
    â€œI do.” Tom took the card. “I’ll