25

An idea came to mind, and when I talked to Doug about it he was happy to help me. We set up a conference call with all the Alphas and Lunas who had borders around the four Packs who I was targeting. The mates were included because the Luna’s authority included mating and the women and children of the Pack.
When they came on the screen, he introduced me. “Gentlemen, you may have heard something of the events that led to the dissolution of the Belden Pack and the killing of their Alpha pair. Since the behavior of these Packs may affect you, I’ve asked you here so you can hear directly from one of the victims what happened and ask her questions. What you do with that information is up to you. May I introduce former Alpha Ella Grey, daughter of Mitch and Emma Grey.”
He stepped aside and I sat at his desk; the Alphas were all there. “Good afternoon Alphas, Lunas and other Pack leadership. I am Emma Grey, and a few weeks ago I traveled with my parents to the land of Marvin Goodwin and the St. Cloud Pack. His sons Hunter and his mate April, and son Curtis were hosting. The visit was to build relationships and to get permission for me to attend college in the Twin Cities and travel through their lands back to my Pack. Also attending was Michael Anderson, his sons Matthew and Nathan, and daughter Olivia; Alpha David Lewis of the Grand Forks Pack; and Alpha Scott Tanner of the North Shore pack, along with Luna Kayla, son Stephen and mate Kim, sons Frank and David, and daughter Carol. The weekend started innocently enough, after introductions and a barbecue in their backyard, I went to the lake with Carol and Olivia for some water skiing while my parents met with the other Packs. A few hours later, things started to get weird.”
“How so?” It was Alpha Charles Jennings of the Vermillion pack.
“Well, in talking with Olivia, I found out that her father had arranged for her to be mated with Alpha Lewis, even though he was twice her age and they weren’t mates. The arrangement included land transfers if she bore him a male heir.” There was some shock among the Lunas, especially; taking a mate who was not your own was acceptable for older wolves who had lost their mates, but for a young woman to do it and not be out of love was frowned upon. “I linked my father, and he said that the negotiations weren’t going well. The four Alphas were pushing for an arranged mating with me to cement relationships between the Packs, and they were refusing that out of hand. They knew my thoughts on this, I was saving myself for my true mate. We took a break from water skiing, and Carol handed me a drink that was drugged. Before I lost control, I linked my father and he and my Mom fought to get out of there. Both were killed before they could leave the room.”
“Your parents died trying to get to you?” Alpha Roman Peters of the LaCrosse pack.
“Yes, I felt the bonds break. In the meantime, Curtis and Nathan had crossed from the other side of the island and held me up while David Tanner placed a mating bite on me. Something was wrong, I blacked out. When I came to, I was in a cabin with David, he told me that he was going to mate me then Alpha command me not to speak about how it happened. He said after the bond was formed, no matter how, my wolf wouldn’t allow me to hurt him.” I took a drink of water while they processed the information, Alpha Dennis Coleman of the Winnepeg pack was fisting his hands to calm down.
“The doctor gave me a shot of wolfsbane and I passed out again. The next day David was talking to the doctor about why the mating bite didn’t take. They realized that I had become Alpha before the bite, so I had to submit to him to make it work. He raped me, beat me, and threatened, but I didn’t give in. I managed to kill him, then bit my thumb off to get out of the handcuffs before the second shot of wolfsbane caused my wolf to die.”
I showed them my thumb, having taken the brace off. Some of the Lunas were crying. “I escaped to the human medical system, and was transported to Minneapolis for surgery. While I was in the hospital, Alpha Marvin came to see me. He told me it was my fault, that if I had just gone along with it I would have an Alpha Male at my side to take over my Pack, and now I had nothing. He did negotiate a treaty for himself, though; I had to give him oil rights worth millions in order to leave his territory and free the members of my Pack his men were holding hostage.”
“Did the treaty protect you?” Alpha Nicholas Anders of the Battle Lake pack.
“No, as I was leaving the hospital I was accosted by another of the Tanners, their son Frank. He tried to kill me but I stabbed him first and got out of there. I fled to this Pack and my aunt and uncle. While here, I was attacked again. Ten wolves attacked me while I was traveling with Luna Remi and my cousin Renee. We killed nine and one ran off; I lost my Beta who had stayed with me. We later learned the ringleader was Alpha Tanner’s eldest son, and he is presumed dead. Alpha Johnson called them all, and none admitted involvement nor did they negotiate the release of the dead.”
The Lunas were all crying by now. “I am no longer an Alpha as I no longer have a wolf or a Pack. I cannot offer anything to you, nor do I ask anything. I’m telling you this because I don’t want these men to ruin the lives of other young women like they have mine. I beg you to protect your daughters from the plans of evil men.”
There were a few questions that I answered before Doug took over. The Alphas talked for ten more minutes. There was general agreement that they should not allow females to visit, and many were going to cut off all ties with them. then all dropped off except one.
“Alpha Coleman, did you have a question?” I looked at him, he was still fuming.
“My daughter, Kim. She met Stephen Tanner in college, then a week later she calls me and tells me he is her mate and she’s leaving for his Pack. I thought it was weird because she was old enough to know immediately. Do you think… do you think he?”
I thought for a moment. “She seemed happy with him, I don’t know. Could you ask her? The Alpha command won’t stop the reaction, you’ll see the conflict in her eyes.”
He shook his head. “I wish I could, but she’s gone. Her mate died and she killed herself that night.”
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I felt terrible for Alpha Dennis Coleman; he would never know if his daughter’s mating was forced or not, at least if Alpha Tanner didn’t admit to it. I couldn’t just kill Tanner now.
I needed to capture him alive, and Dennis would be with me. He’d get his answer. If Tanner was responsible for what happened to Kim, I’d let Dennis have his kill. I had already taken three of the Tanner sons, and once I had taken everything else from the Alpha I’d be satisfied.
Doug had talked to me afterwards about my long game, and how it was important to have other Packs as allies or at least neutral while I tried to isolate and destroy those Packs. I had a unique status, knowing fully the Werewolf world while no longer being an official part of it. When it came to Pack law and treaties, I was human and didn’t count.
I took some time afterwards to take notes on each of the Alpha pairs and jot down my impressions of their reactions as I watched the call again. I would have some time in December, and decided it would be good to make some personal visits to build those relationships. I might need their help or their protection someday.
I received some w calls, mostly from Lunas with questions they didn’t want to ask on the phone. I made several friends over the course of the week, and was invited to visit by some.
It was a little weird for me how the Alpha pairs differed in their reaction to my story. The Alphas were all much older than me, and tended to minimize my importance because I had no Pack and no wolf. They listened to what I said and made their decisions, then moved on. The Lunas all felt sorry for me, and didn’t want to take even more away by isolating me from Pack life any further. Several wanted me to meet with their unmated females to share my story and help them understand why their parents and Alphas were so protective. By Wednesday, I had secured invitations to enough Packs to make it worth the trip. I mapped it all out so I could stay overnight and travel each morning, avoiding the territories of the four bad Packs. Since I was doing my school on the internet, I set the trip up for the second week in December, thinking that would give me enough time to get settled at home before heading out again.
Thanksgiving was always a lively affair for the Pack. Any holiday that consists of eating to excess before watching football and playing sports was a favorite of werewolves; the only difference from human celebrations was that we didn’t get our meet from the local butcher. On the Wednesday night before, there was a Pack hunt where families had an informal competition to see who could bring back the best meat. In my Pack, we all would hunt together, but three hundred adult wolves would be too much for anything smaller than a herd of buffalo. Their method made more sense, and I watched as groups between five and thirty headed in different directions in search of game. The groups were outfitted with packs carrying butchering equipment, ice and insulated saddle packs; some groups would travel over fifty miles to get to their favorite hunting grounds. Young wolves were brought along to gain experience in tracking, even if they were too small to participate in the takedowns.
Since I couldn’t hunt as a wolf, I had adapted and overcome. I had borrowed a shotgun, and had bagged a pair of wild turkeys earlier that morning. They were currently butchered and marinating in my Mom’s secret recipe in the refrigerator room of the kitchen. It helped me feel less left out that night, knowing I was still able to provide something for the feast.
I woke when the first groups returned, howling in victory, and smiled as they unloaded their bags and talked about the hunt. The younger ones were the most excited. I was regaled with stories of bravery and hunting skill, along with promises of even bigger game when they grew up. After an hour, I decided to go back to sleep as some groups would not return until the morning.