Her thoughts returned to her father. She had spent a good part of the morning wondering if he had known she was nearby, but if he had known her whereabouts, she was pretty sure he would have been knocking at her door, demanding to know why she hadn’t come straight home.
Curling up in a corner of the sofa, she hugged a pillow to her chest. Between her father and the witch, neither her future nor Gideon’s seemed very secure.
Gideon woke with the setting of the sun. Sitting up, the first thing he saw was Kay, staring out the window. He didn’t have to read her mind to know she was unhappy. He couldn’t really blame her. It was hell, being forced to submit to another’s will. Thanks to Verah, he knew that firsthand. His only real chance of avoiding the witch was to stay away from Kay. If they separated, Verah would never find him. His problem would be solved. But Kay would still be in danger. And if Kay couldn’t or wouldn’t tell Verah what she wanted to know, Verah was as likely to kill her as not. And that was a chance he couldn’t take.
“Kiya.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of his voice.
“Come here, Wolfie.”
Turning away from the window, she cocked her head to the side. “Wolfie?”
Shrugging, he held out his arms.
She crawled over the foot of the bed and snuggled up beside him. “Does this mean I can call you Vampy?”
“Honey, you can call me anything you want, as long as you call me.”
Kay groaned. “I can’t believe you used that old line.”
“What can I say, I’m old.” He stroked her hair, frowning when she remained silent. He knew what she was thinking because he was thinking the same thing. This was likely the last night they would be alone with each other for a while, perhaps forever.
Kay nibbled on her thumbnail a moment, then said, “Maybe she’ll stop looking, after a month or so.”
“Maybe.”
But Kay would be married before that happened.
Neither of them spoke the words, but the knowledge hung in the air between them.
It didn’t take long to pack, and as far as Kay was concerned, it didn’t take nearly long enough to drive to the Shadow Pack’s compound.
Hoping to delay her reunion with her father for a few more minutes, she said, “Go around to the back.”
Gideon sent her a questioning glance but did as she asked. Pulling up alongside a ten-foot-high electrified fence, he switched off the engine, then rested his forearms on the steering wheel.
“Pretty country,” he remarked, glancing around. Nothing but trees and hills as far as the eye could see. Tall pines grew close together near the compound, shielding the occupants from casual observers.
“We own several thousand acres of land, but only the compound is fenced,” Kay explained. “Ostensibly, the barrier is to keep predators from attacking our stock. In reality, it’s to alert the pack to intruders.”
She had scarcely finished speaking when Gideon sensed they were no longer alone. Before he could react, he felt the sharp edge of a silver-bladed knife at his throat.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Gideon saw a stocky man standing beside the car door, a man with dark brown hair and yellow eyes that gleamed like molten gold in the moonlight.
“Father!” Kay exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
Gideon went still, his body tense and poised to strike as the blade nicked his flesh. “Maybe we should have called first.”
“Shut up, vampire.” The Alpha glared at his daughter. “Kiya Marie, why have you brought this bloodsucker to our land?”
“Maybe because his life is in danger for saving mine,” Kay snapped.
“Explain,” her father said, his voice equally sharp.
“It’s a long story,” Kay said. “Perhaps we could make our guest comfortable while I tell you.”
A muscle throbbed in the Alpha’s jaw as he slowly withdrew the blade. “What’s your name, vampire?”
“Gideon Marquet.”
“I am Russell Alissano, leader of the Shadow Wolf Pack.”
“I know who you are.” Gideon clenched his hands on the wheel, resisting the urge to wipe away the blood trickling down the side of his neck.
Alissano slid the knife into the sheath on his belt. “Bring your car into the compound, Marquet. Kiya, we’ll be waiting for the two of you in the den.” His gaze moved from his daughter to Gideon and back again. Then, in a move so quick it would have been little more than a blur of motion to mortal eyes, Alissano sprang over the fence and disappeared into the shadows.
“Well,” Gideon drawled, “that went better than I expected.”
At Kay’s direction, Gideon drove to the front entrance and through the wrought-iron gate that opened onto the compound. He whistled softly as he parked the car. He didn’t know what he had expected a werewolf ’s home to look like, but this wasn’t it.
Exiting the vehicle, he looked out over the pack’s domain. A large white house—a mansion, actually—dominated a slight rise surrounded by ancient oaks, affording an excellent view of the surrounding area. Below the rise, laid out in a large circle around the mansion, stood a dozen smaller houses painted in a variety of earth tones.
Spread out behind the smaller houses were courts for basketball, volleyball, and shuffleboard, a couple of horseshoe pits, a number of swings, monkey bars, and a sandbox. There was also a baseball diamond, a swimming pool, and a wading pool. Tables, chairs, and chaise lounges were scattered on the deck between the two pools; a built-in brick barbeque was anchored to one side.
A number of old-fashioned Lakota lodges made of buffalo hides, their tops blackened by countless fires, lined one side of the property, along with what he guessed was a sweat lodge.
A large barn painted a traditional red and white stood near the far corner of the property, along with several peeled-pole corrals, three wooden sheds, and what looked like a chicken coop. A faint breeze carried the scent of cows, goats, sheep, horses, pigs, and chickens.
“Home, sweet home,” Kay murmured, moving to stand beside him.
“Beats the hell out of Verah’s basement,” Gideon remarked as he opened the trunk and removed her luggage.
Kay couldn’t argue with that. But no matter how lavish the rooms or how kind the guards, a prison was still a prison. And after spending nine months on her own, the compound seemed more like a jail than ever.
Gathering her self-control, she climbed the porch steps, hesitated a moment, then opened the door.