Alpha Omega 02 - Hunting Ground

the wrong people know who we are.”
    And that was why the Marrok had decided it was time to bring the werewolves out to the public. “So the wrong people are following you?”
    He smiled wolfishly. “Only when I want them to.”
    She considered that smile and decided she liked it on him. “So where are we landing?”
    â€œAt an airstrip maintained by the Emerald City Pack. It’s about thirty miles from Seattle.”
    The plane bounced, dropping fast and tickling her stomach. She gripped her armrests and laughed as Charles brought the plane back to level. “I really like flying.”
    He dipped his head and looked at her over the top of his dark lenses for a moment. Then his mouth quirked up, and he turned his attention back to his instrument panel. The plane tilted to the left.
    Anna waited for him to right it, but they just kept tilting all the way upside down and continued smoothly over until they were back upright again.
    Over her laughter, he said, “This plane isn’t rated for aerobatics, but a roll is only a one-gee maneuver.” He tilted the plane over the other way, and said, “Properly done.” And then he danced the plane through the sky.
    She was breathless, and her diaphragm ached from laughing by the time the plane settled back on level flight. She glanced at Charles, who wasn’t even smiling. He might have just as well been flying patterns over a grain field.
    He hated planes just as he hated most modern technology. He’d told her so. But he owned one—and by golly he knew how to fly it. When he drove his truck, he was cautious and controlled. So why had he decided to play barnstormer in the Cessna? Was he just entertaining her, or was he enjoying himself?
    A woman should know more about her mate. When the mate bond had first settled in, she’d believed she would. But her initial ability to feel him had faded, buried under his self-control and her defenses. She could feel the bond between them, strong and shining and impenetrable. She wondered if it felt the same to him, or if he could read her through it whenever he chose.
    â€œThis is Station Air November one eight eight three Victor requesting permission to land,” he said, and it took her a moment to realize he was talking to someone other than her.
    â€œGo ahead, sir. I mean, go ahead, eight three Victor,” said a stranger’s voice. “Welcome to Emerald City Pack territory, sir.”
    Charles dropped them abruptly through the scattered clouds, past white-coated mountains, to the soft green valley below. Before she realized there was a landing strip, the wheels touched down with a gentle bump.
    The place where they landed looked nearly as remote as Aspen Creek. Though there was snow a hundred feet or so up the foothills, down where they had landed it was as green as if it were summer. Greener. Except for the landing field and a hangar, the land was awash in trees and bushes.
    People jogged up to the plane from the hangar as Charles pulled his headset off and unbuckled.
    He withdrew from her, thinning the bond between them painfully. If he’d warned her beforehand, she would have kept quiet: three years in her first pack had given her power over her pain. It was surprise that forced the whine out of her throat.
    Charles pulled his sunglasses off his face and looked at her with a frown. Sudden comprehension widened his eyes—“I never thought . . .” He turned his head and said, not to her, “All right. All right.” And the painful collapse of their bond ceased.
    Wolf-eyed, he leaned toward her and touched her face.
    â€œI’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just . . .”
    He stopped, apparently at a loss for words.
    â€œDonning your armor?” she suggested. “It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it. Do what you have to.”
    But he didn’t. Instead, he said, looking out at the approaching men, “These are not the enemy. Not this time, anyway.”
    He was out of his seat before she could say anything. And what would I have said? He closed himself up so that he could kill if he had to, so that he wouldn’t like any of them too much. So he wouldn’t hesitate in carrying out whatever had to be done.
    She did know something about her mate after all. She climbed out behind him, following him out of the plane and into the presence of strange wolves, still trying