Patricia Briggs - Hunting Ground

The second book in the Alpha and Omega series, 2009

Thanks to the daring young men and their flying machines, for letting us pick their brains: Clif Dyer of Sundance Aviation, and John Haakenson, director of airports and operations at the Port of Benton.

And to the usual suspects who read it when its bad so you dont have to: Collin Briggs, Michael Briggs, Dave and Kath arine Carson, Michael Enzweiler (who also does a terrific job on the maps), Debbie Hill, Jean Matteucci, Anne Peters, Kaye and Kyle Roberson, and Anne Sowards.

And a very big thank-you to Cthulhu Bob Lovely for Run ning Eagle. Im sure Charles will forgive us eventually.

SHE observed him from her chosen cover, as shed done twice before. The first two times hed been chopping wood, but today, after a heavy snowfall appropriate for the middle of December, he was shoveling the sidewalk. Today was the day shed take him.

Heart in her mouth, she watched as he cleared the snow with carefully controlled violence. Every movement was exactly the same as the one before. Each slide of the shovel was strictly parallel to previous marks. And in his fierce control, she saw his rage, tamped and contained by will alone-like a pipe bomb.

Flattening herself and breathing lightly so he wouldnt see her, she considered how she would do it. From behind, she thought, as fast as possible, to give him no time to react. One quick movement and it would all be over-if she didnt lose her courage, as she had the first two times.

Something told her it had to be today, that she wouldnt get a fourth opportunity. He was wary and disciplined-and if he hadnt been so angry, surely his senses, werewolf sharp, would have discovered her hiding place in the snow beneath the fir trees lining his front yard.

She shook with the stress of what she planned. Ambush. Weak and cowardly, but it was the only way she could take him. And it needed to be done, because it was only a matter of time before he lost the control that kept him shoveling to a steady beat while the wolf raged inside him. And when his control failed, people would die.

Dangerous. He could be so fast. If she screwed this up, he could kill her. She had to trust that her own werewolf reflexes were up to this. It needed to be done.

Resolution gave her strength. It would be today.

CHARLES heard the SUV, but he didnt look up.

Hed turned off his cell and continued to ignore the cool voice of his father in his head until it went away. There was no one who lived near him on the snow-packed mountain road-so the SUV was just the next step in his fathers determination to make him toe the line.

Hey, Chief.

It was a new wolf, Robert, sent here to the Aspen Creek Pack by his own Alpha because of his lack of control. Sometimes the Marrok could help; other times he just had to clean up the mess. If Robert couldnt learn discipline, it would probably be Charless job to dispose of him. If Robert didnt learn manners, the disposal job wouldnt bother Charles as much as it should.

That Bran had sent Robert to deliver his message told Charles just how furious his da was.

Chief! The man didnt even bother getting out of the car. There werent many people Charles extended the privilege of calling him anything but his given name, and this pup wasnt one of them.

Charles stopped shoveling and looked at the other wolf, let him see just what he was messing with. The man lost his grin, paled, and dropped his eyes instantly, his heartbeat making the big blood vessel in his neck throb with sudden fear.

Charles felt petty. And he resented it, resented his pettiness and the roiling anger that caused it. Inside him Brother Wolf smelled Roberts weakness and liked it. The stress of defying the Marrok, his Alpha, had left Brother Wolf wanting blood. Roberts would do.

I ah.

Charles didnt say anything. Let the fool work for it. He lowered his eyelids and watched the man squirm some more. The scent of his fear pleased Brother Wolf-and made Charles feel a little sick at the same time. Usually, he and Brother Wolf were in better harmony-or maybe the real problem was that he wanted to kill someone, too.

The Marrok wants to see you.

Charles waited a full minute, knowing how long that time would seem to his fathers message boy. Thats it?

Yes, sir.

That sir was a far cry from Hey, Chief.

Tell him Ill come after my walk is cleared. And he went back to work.

After a few scrapes of his shovel, he heard the SUV turn around in the narrow road. The vehicle spun out, then grabbed traction and headed back to the Marroks, fish-tailing with Roberts urgent desire to get away. Brother Wolf was smugly satisfied; Charles tried not to be. Charles knew he shouldnt bait his father by defying his orders-especially not in front of a wolf who needed guidance, as Robert did. But Charles needed the time.

He had to be in better control of himself before he faced the Marrok again. He needed real control that would allow him to lay out his argument logically and explain why the Marrok was wrongheaded-instead of simply bashing heads with him the way they had the last four times Charles had spoken to him. Not for the first time, he wished for a more facile tongue. His brother could sometimes change the Marroks mind-but he never had. This time, Charles knew his father was wrong.

And now hed worked himself up into a fine mood.

He focused on the snow and took a deep breath of cold air-and something heavy landed on his shoulders, dropping him facedown in the snow. Sharp teeth and a warm mouth touched his neck and were gone as quickly as the weight that had dropped him.

Without moving, he opened his eyes to slits, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the sky-eyed black wolf facing him warily with a tail that waved tentatively and paws that danced in the snow, claws extending and retracting like a cats with nervous excitement.

And it was as though something clicked inside Brother Wolf, turning off the fierce anger that had been churning in Charless gut for the past couple of weeks. The relief of that was enough to drop his head back into the snow. Only with her, only ever with her, did Brother Wolf settle down wholly. And a few weeks were not enough time to get used to the miracle of it-or to keep him from being too stupid to ask for her help.

Which was why shed planned this ambush, of course.

When he was up to it, hed explain to her how dangerous it was for her to attack him without warning. Though Brother Wolf had apparently known exactly who it was whod attacked: hed let them be taken down in the snow.

The cold felt good against his face.

The frozen stuff squeaked under her paws, and she made an anxious sound, proof that she hadnt noticed when hed looked at her. Her nose was cold as it touched his ear and he steeled himself not to react. Playing dead with his face buried in the snow, his smile was free to grow.

The cold nose retreated, and he waited for it to come back within reach, his body limp and lifeless. She pawed at him, and he let his body rock-but when she nipped his backside, he couldnt help but jerk away with a sharp sound.

Faking dead was useless after that, so he rolled over and rose to a crouch.

She got out of reach quickly and turned back to look at him. He knew that she couldnt read anything in his face. He knew it. He had too much practice controlling all of his expressions.