Copyright © 2009 Dana Marie Bell
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Steel Beauty
Prologue
November
“No ****ing way.” Rick stared at Max Cannon, the Halle Puma Alpha, and wondered what his head would look like rolling down the driveway. “My mate goes home with me.”
“How are the Wolves going to react to an injured, non-Wolf Luna? Think, Rick! Not only is she injured, she’s Puma. And until you can fully claim her, she’s Pride. My Pride.” Rick watched Max cross his arms over his chest. He wanted to rip them off and beat him over the head with them.
He’d had a thoroughly rotten day. He’d been shot, killed a rogue, found his mate, found out his mate was hurt, and now had to deal with a territorial cat intent on sending him on his way. “She comes home with me.”
Max sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Look, Rick, I know how I would feel if this were Emma.”
Rick nodded shortly. The big cat would understand, somewhat.
“But, and this is a big but, Belinda hasn’t had the easiest time of it in the last couple of weeks. You’re new to your position, as well. You need to solidify your Pack and prepare them for what they’re going to have to deal with when Belinda gets there. You’ll also have to prepare Belinda.”
“Belle.”
Rick looked at the pale mate of the Puma Marshall, Sheri Montgomery, the one who’d been the cause of Rick coming down to Halle in the first place. “Belle?” Who was this Belle, and what did she have to do with Belinda?
Sheri shot a look at Simon, who winced. Rick’s eyes narrowed at the guilty flush on the Beta’s face and wondered what the man was hiding. Sheri turned back to Rick with a grimace. “Belinda is who she was when she was friends with Livia, the mask she wore to fit into Livia’s social set. Belle is who she really is.”
Simon nodded. “And that’s something else that needs to be dealt with.”
Rick sighed and sunk down onto Max’s leather sofa. The Alpha had dragged him, literally, out of Adrian’s house, shoved him in his Durango, and carried him off. It hadn’t taken long for the rest of the Pride’s inner core to show up. Only the fact that his own Marshall hadn’t been worried for him had kept him from biting some cat ass. “You are going to explain all of this shit, right?”
Emma spoke up. “I’ll try. Okay, roughly a month ago Max marked me as his and claimed me as his Curana.” Rick nodded. Curana was Puma equivalent of Luna, the Alpha female of a Pack, or in Emma’s case, a Pride. “He gave me the Curana’s ring, and I wore it to the annual Halle masquerade. When Livia realized Max had mated me, she freaked out. She attacked Becky, Simon’s mate, while Becky was still human.”
Ouch. That explained why the woman had been Outcast. An unprovoked attack on a human? This Livia person was lucky Max or Simon hadn’t ripped her throat out. That’s what Rick would have done. “What does this have to do with Belle?”
Emma shrugged. “Belle and Livia were best friends, and it was well known Belle wanted to mate with Simon.”
Rick stiffened. Mate with Simon? Now he understood some of why the Beta had looked guilty.
Emma continued the story, leaning against Max with a sigh. “Because Livia attacked Becky, and Belinda wasn’t anywhere near the party at the time it happened, most of the Pride assumed she’d helped Livia in some way or another. Hell, even we assumed it at first.”
Rick clenched his jaw against his immediate response. He didn’t know Belle well enough to know if she was capable of such a thing, despite every single one of his instincts screaming that she wasn’t. “What happened next?”
“Livia was Outcast, and Belle…”
Emma looked up at Max, but it was Simon who answered. “Belle proved herself to us. She helped save Becky when Becky collapsed at work, and she sacrificed herself to save Sheri from a psychotic stalker.” Simon shook his head. “I never thought Belle had it in her to do that, but she proved me wrong.”
“She proved all of us wrong.” Max snuggled Emma close, a frown on his face. “But we’ve had a difficult time getting the rest of the Pride to see that, despite everything she’s done. In essence, they’ve shunned her. She’s lost her job, almost lost her apartment, and even with her injury we had a hard time getting volunteers to protect her when she needed it.”
Rick bit back a growl. The danger was past, and they had figured out how to protect his mate in the end. But the fallout on Belle had been, in Rick’s mind, totally unwarranted. Just because her ex-best friend had been a psychotic bitch didn’t mean Belle should be held responsible for the other woman’s actions. He couldn’t wait to get her away from the self-righteous assholes who were making her life a misery.
He stood, ready to walk out Max’s front door, put his female in his car, and take off for home.
“Rick.” Becky stood, ignoring Simon’s outstretched hand. “I’m probably one of the last people Belinda would expect to stand up for her right now, but I have to say, she’s had a horrible time of it. Don’t make it worse for her.”
Max blocked his path to the front door. “Are there any doctors up by you who can handle an injured shifter? Any who can deal with the physical therapy she’s going to need?”
Rick growled.
Max, the smug bastard, smiled. “Are you willing to move down here for the next few months? No? Then go home. Let her heal. Then, when she’s ready, come and take her.”
“Take her home.”
“What?” Max turned to his little dark-haired mate.
“Take her home. You said take her.”
Max gave her a puzzled frown. “Well, that too.”
Rick snorted, amused for the first time that day, as Emma rolled her eyes at Max.
Max put his hand on Rick’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. “I give you my word that no harm will come to your mate while she is under my protection.”
The formal vow, accompanied by a flash of Max’s power, reassured him. Looking around, he saw the determination on the faces of the rulers of the Halle Pride, and knew he’d lost this round.
He accepted Max’s oath, and the separation that would accompany his decision, with a great deal of reluctance.
But there was no way in hell he was going to stay completely out of his mate’s life for the next few months. He might not have her by his side, but he’d be damned if he didn’t have some piece of her.
December
Belle picked up the little hand-held computer Rick had sent her and smiled. She’d only been out of the hospital for a little over a month, but he text-messaged or called every single day without fail. He’d even set up the chat program for her. She’d laughed when she saw the handles he’d given them both.
BgBdWlf837: How’s my Luna today?
She started typing on the miniscule keyboard. The concentration helped with the pain, sometimes.
BellaLuna1345: So-so. Therapy was a bitch. No pun intended. I think my therapist was trained personally by the Marquis de Sade in a previous life. You?
BgBdWlf837: Work work work.
Something he very rarely discussed. One of these days she was going to nail his ass down and find out what he did for a living.
BgBdWlf837: You get my Christmas present?
She smiled as she thought of the present he’d sent. A beautiful aqua silk scarf, a pair of diamond earrings, and a thin gold chain had been in the exquisitely wrapped present. Knowing men the way she did, she wondered who he had buy the gifts, or if he’d actually bought them himself.
BellaLuna1345: Yes. Beautiful. Thanks. You get mine?
She’d sent him a watch. On the face was a howling wolf. She’d had it custom made by a friend of hers, who’d done the work for cost or she’d never have been able to afford it.
BgBdWlf837: Yes! Love it! Wearing it now.
That made her grin, even if he was lying through his teeth.
BgBdWlf837: Let me know if I need to come down there and rip the gonads off your PT, k? And keep that pussy Beta away from you.
Belle rolled her eyes. He had a real thing against Simon. She wondered who’d told him about her past relationship with the Pride’s Beta.
BellaLuna1345: Down, boy. Sit. Good dog. Goooood dog.
BgBdWlf837: ROFL
BgBdWlf837: Merry Christmas, my Luna.
She couldn’t help the big smile. Just seeing his name brightened her day in a way she couldn’t explain. Those times when they actually spoke on the phone were the best, though. Then she could hear that deep, rough voice soothing the aches and pains of not just her injury, but her near-shunning.
BellaLuna1345: Merry Christmas, Fido.
Not that she would let him know that, off course.
He might be her mate, but she could still play hard-to-get.
January
“Wow, you’re cranky today.” Belle put the phone between her ear and shoulder and scratched blissfully at her arm. The cast had finally come off and she could reach that damn spot that had been bothering her for eight long weeks.
“What makes you say that?”
“Oh, I dunno. The fact that you growled at me, maybe?”
“Oh. That.”
“Simon is mated, Rick. He’s also my Beta. I have to talk to him sometimes.”
“You may have to talk to him, but I don’t have to like it.”
“Really? Huh.” His chuckle was music to her ears. Her gasp of pain as she shifted in her chair, apparently, was not music to his ears. “Don’t growl at me, there’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, you’re the one who agreed to go back north until the doctor releases me for Lunatic duty.”
“Belle.”
She sighed as the pain subsided. It was so tempting to reach for the morphine when the pain got this bad, but she wouldn’t. Jamie was right; she’d become too dependent on it. They’d mutually decided she should go on Ibuprofen instead, counting on her Puma metabolism to get the drug out of her system as quickly as possible.
The night she went off the morphine she’d chosen to text Rick first, not wanting him to hear the withdrawals she was going through. She kept it short, merely telling him she was having a bad day and she’d speak to him the next night. He’d responded, but he hadn’t sounded happy. The next night her phone rang before the physical therapist was even done seeing her. That had been two weeks ago.
“I’m fine, Rick. The cast on my arm came off today.”
“Good!”
“Yeah, I can finally scratch.”
“And we all know how much cats like to scratch?”
“Very funny, Fido. Har har. Peed on any hydrants lately?”
“In this weather? Are you nuts? I’d be glued to the damn thing until the spring thaw.”
She laughed out loud, the first one in over a week.
“Now that is the sweetest sound.”
That rough, rich voice slid through her, speeding up her heart rate. And from the look of her no-longer-red nail polish her eyes had turned gold. There go my panties, getting all wet again. How does the man do that when I’m ready to rip my leg off from the pain?
She heard the front door to her small apartment open. Turning, she saw Sarah come in, a smile on her wind-kissed cheeks. “Sarah’s here. Gotta run.”
“Pizza and poker night?”
“Yup. I’ll tell Adrian and Simon you said hi.”
He was still grumbling when she hung up.
Only In My Dreams
Chapter One
November
“Who the fuck are you?” Gabriel Anderson, sheriff of Halle Pennsylvania, and Marshal’s Second of the Halle Puma Pride, was one tired, cranky kitty. He stared at the stranger sitting in his living room and tried to remind himself that jail was a bad place for a cop to wind up in. The intruder had his feet up on Gabe’s coffee table, his cowboy boots twitching in time to the video game he was playing on Gabe’s Wii. Gabe kept his service revolver steady, the safety off, aimed at the intruder. To top it all off the man smelled like a shifter. “Because I like to know who the hell I’m arresting for breaking and entering.”
“Wondered when you’d get in.” The man’s face lit up, his hands waving the remote frantically. “Hah! Gotcha, you son of a bitch.” The man paused the game and set the remote on the coffee table. “Name’s James Barnwell. And you’re Sheriff Gabriel Anderson, Second to the Marshall of the Halle Puma Pride.”
Gabe’s revolver dipped slightly. “Yeah. So you know who’s sticking your ass in jail.”
The man stood up, and up. His dark blonde head easily towered a good six inches over Gabe, and at six foot two Gabe didn’t consider himself to be a short man. “You really don’t want to do that.”
“Why not?”
The man smiled, the expression warm. His gray eyes twinkled merrily. “Because I don’t think the Senate would take kindly to having one of its own in jail.”
Gabe lowered the revolver but didn’t relax completely. “Senate?” Why would the Senate send someone to Halle?
The Shifters’ Senate was a loose conglomerate of all of the shifter species. It was traditionally headed by a Leo. The main purpose of the Senate was to see to it that humans did not learn of the existence of shifters, with the only exception being human mates. Over the years the Senate had also instituted certain laws that all shifters abided by, one of them being the sanctioning of new Packs and Prides. Every six years the different races would elect one of their own to a seat on the Senate. The current Puma Senator was an older man by the name of Harry Kirland who lived somewhere in the Midwest. Gabe had never met or spoken to the man. Max’s rule was too damn new, and the Senate had a habit of giving a new Alpha a settling-in period before more than congratulatory contact was made.
It was rare for a Senate representative to visit Halle. In all the years the Halle Pride had been here there’d only been two. One was for the Puma Senator’s representative to sanction the newly minted Pride. The other had been a Hunter stalking the rogue the previous Halle Marshal had eventually destroyed. Both times the man in question had been a Puma.
This man didn’t smell of Puma. He smelled of Bear. “Shouldn’t you be talking to my Alpha?”
“If I was here to speak to Mr. Cannon I’d be at his house, not yours.” The man’s smile turned to a grin. “Besides, he doesn’t have a Wii.”
Gabe closed his eyes and prayed for patience. “Tell me you didn’t break into my Alpha’s house.”
“I didn’t break into your Alpha’s house,” the Bear parroted.
Gabe shot the man a look and holstered his weapon. “How can the Halle Pride be of assistance to the Senate?” Thank God his gran had filled his head with proper etiquette, so he knew what to say even if his tone wasn’t properly respectful. He’d have no clue how to deal with a Senate representative otherwise. Even if the one standing in his living room wasn’t exactly the kind of person he would have expected the Senate to send.
“By giving us their Second.”
Gabe blinked. He must be more tired than he thought. “Excuse me?”
“We need you to come with me.”
What? No. No fucking way. He’d just come home after working in Philadelphia for years, gaining enough experience to take over the spot of sheriff in his beloved hometown. The town’s council had been thrilled to have one of their own in the position when Adrian Giordano’s father had retired. Gabe had discovered his mate only a week before, but trying to ensure that Sheri, Adrian’s mate, stayed safe had eaten into all of his spare time. They’d just finished cleaning up after the rogue Wolf who’d been stalking Sheri and making her life a living hell. Now that he actually had time to breathe he wanted to settle down and claim his mate. No way in hell was he leaving Halle even for a minute. Not unless he could take Sarah with him.
Just thinking about sweet, tempting Sarah was enough to stiffen his resolve. Images of the dark-haired beauty had been haunting him all week. Whatever the Senate wanted they’d have to find someone else to do it. “They can’t have me.”
The man shook his head. “I don’t think you understand, son.” He headed into the kitchen like he owned it. “You need more coffee, by the way.”
Gabe held back a growl. “I have a mate to claim.”
The man stopped and looked back at him. “I promise you, the task I need you for will take no more than six months. After that, you’ll return to Halle to live your life and claim your mate.” The smile was gone. The gray eyes were somber. “We lost a Hunter, Gabriel.”
“My condolences.” Gabe was sincere. In a lot of ways the Hunters were the elite cops of the shifters. Their main purpose was to ensure that rogues were taken out before they could do damage to the human or shifter population. If the situation with Rudy Parker hadn’t been taken care of so quickly by the Poconos Pack Alpha, Gabe would have insisted that a Hunter be called in to deal with Parker and the Wolves who followed him. He probably should have from the start. If he had, Belle Campbell would never have gotten hurt and odds were Sheri wouldn’t have been kidnapped.
“Thank you. Daniel was a good friend of mine.” James headed towards the kitchen again. “But that means that this region is short a Hunter.”
Oh fuck. Gabe’s shoulders twitched. A part of him was eager to hear more. This was like a small-town cop being picked out of the blue to become a US marshal. Another part of him wanted this man gone so he could take a shower, rest and fetch his woman home. He had plans for that sweet ass of hers, damn it. “Why me? Why not one of Rick’s Wolves?” Or even another Puma, like Adrian, the current Marshal?
James smiled again. “Because they wouldn’t be you. You’re the one who’s meant to be this region’s new Hunter.”
“I’d have to leave Halle.” Gabe was surprised the words even left his mouth. He couldn’t seriously be considering this.
Could he?
“Halle would be your hometown, your base of operations. And really? Being a Hunter doesn’t affect your standing in your Pride, other than you have to go when the call to hunt goes out. If that’s an issue with your Alpha, and I don’t think it will be, then you might have problems.”
“That still doesn’t answer the question.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Why me?”
“Can I have a Coke?” Gabe handed James one. “Thanks. Do you remember when you tried to shoot out the tires on Parker’s car? When you figured out it was an RF jammer that was keeping Ms. Montgomery’s call from reaching Dr. Giordano? And when you got the Pride together to make sure Parker and his rogues didn’t get away?”
Gabe blinked, shocked. How the hell did this man know all that? “Yeah. It happened only two days ago.” Two long, exhausting days ago. Gabe yawned, not caring how James took it. He was fucking tired.
James took a long drink from the can. “Damn, that hits the spot. You started barking orders and the Wolves and the Pumas followed them.”
“So?” He belatedly twisted the cap off his beer and tossed it onto the counter.
The look James was giving him was full of amusement. “Do you think the Wolves would have listened to you if you’d merely been Marshal’s Second? A Puma Marshal’s Second?”
The bottle paused halfway to his lips. He’d sent one of the Wolves to check Max’s car and sure enough they’d found a radio frequency jammer. They were highly illegal, but not impossible to make, especially for a man who’d studied electrical engineering the way Rudy Parker had. Rudy had used it to keep Sheri from contacting Adrian, convincing her that he had Adrian and luring her out of the house. The Pack Alpha, Rick, had been shot trying to protect her. Gabe had tried to stop them, but it was too late. His shot missed the getaway car’s back tire and Sheri had been kidnapped.
The rogue Wolves were dead now, killed by Rick and his Pack Marshal, Ben Malone. Gabe had just finished disposing of the evidence. He was bone weary and not in any mood to deal with this shit. “I repeat. So?”
“Son, you were acting as a Hunter.”
Gabe snorted and took a swig of his beer. “I was not.”
“I think I know a fellow Hunter when I see one. Only a Hunter could make someone outside his species obey a direct order and only when hunting Rogues.”
Gabe pointed at James with the beer bottle. “That’s not true. An Alpha could make someone obey using their power.”
James shrugged. “An Alpha’s power is… different.” He toyed with the tab on top of the can. “How did you know to look for the RF jammer?”
“Logic. The cell phones of all of the men were on, but not a single call got through. There had to be a reason.”
“But an RF jammer? That’s pretty specific.”
Gabe shrugged. He was beginning to get irritated. “Look, I just knew, okay?”
James smiled at him like a proud papa. “Exactly.”
Gabe rubbed the glass bottle across his forehead. He was getting a headache. “This makes no sense. Either you’re part of the hierarchy or you’re not. I’m Second. That means I’m part of the hierarchy.”
James chuckled. “Is that all? Of course you’re Halle’s Second! That won’t change.”
“How could it not? You said I’d be gone for six months and when I came back I’d be a Hunter.” And probably out of a job, damn it. He loved being sheriff.
“How many rogues do you think actually exist?”
“As many as there are criminals.”
This time it was James who looked confused.
“The majority of the populace is law-abiding citizens. A percentage of them are not. Some places have more, some less. It would be the same with rogue shifters.” He took another swig of beer and headed back into the living room. “Some of them are like the local college kids, looking for a good, illicit time. Some of them are stone-cold killers who need to be taken down.”
“Daniel was taken down by a killer.”
Gabe stopped. He set the beer carefully on the coffee table. He felt on edge, just like he did when he saw a really bad case cross his desk. Fuck. In the background the video game’s music began playing again. “How?”
James picked up the remote and sat on the sofa, starting the game back up. “Want to find out?”
Yes. Damn it, yes, he did. “What about Sarah?”
James smiled. “She’s your mate, Gabe. She’ll still be here when we’re done.”
Gabe relaxed. It meant holding off on claiming his woman, but the urge to, well, hunt was on him. “Could this guy be a threat to Halle?”
James shook his head. “He’s been killing up by Yonkers.”
“New York?” He’d have to go to New York?
“That will be part of your territory.”
Hell. New York City alone probably needed a Hunter. “How many Hunters are in this region?”
“Including you? Three. And your territory includes Pennsylvania, New York state and New Jersey.”
Well hell. Add one for Atlantic City. “So I get everything that’s not New York City and Atlantic City?”
James pointed at him and crowed. “Ha! Gotcha.”
Gabe realized how he’d phrased that and groaned. “Fuck.” He picked up his beer and finished it. “Let me at least claim my mate.”
James raised one eyebrow. “Do you really want to do that to her? Claim her and leave her for six months?” He shook his head. “Better you leave her unclaimed, for now. The mate dreams will be hell, but trust me, boy. You’ll want time when you claim her.” His grin turned heated. “Don’t you want to be able to love on her until you’re done, rather than bite her and run?”
Gabe thought of all the things he wanted to do to Sarah. The way he’d tie her to the bed, wrists bound to the headboard, eyes blindfolded. The spankings he wanted to administer to those lily-white ass cheeks, watching them turn red under his hand. He longed to feel her mouth on him, to taste her essence until he was glutted.
“I’ll need to ask for a leave of absence.”
“Claim family reasons.” James pulled out a piece of paper. “Your maternal grandfather is ill and you need to care for him.”
Gabe looked at the forged papers. His maternal grandfather had died before he’d been born. “You’re kidding me, right?” He couldn’t turn in forged papers. It was against the law. He handed them back to James.
James took them. “Sure. Go ahead and explain to your bosses that you’re hunting a killer Wolf. Tell them that you’ll be gone for roughly six months, barring holidays because we’re not complete bastards, training to take up the duties of a Senate Hunter. They’ll be fine with it, right?”
Gabe groaned. He just knew he was going to get fired. “Give me the damn papers.”
The ringing of the phone woke her early that day. “Hello?”
“Sarah?”
She sat up, suddenly wide awake. “Gabe? Hi!” Sarah pushed her hair behind her ear, nervous as all hell. The sound of the sexy sheriff’s voice was enough to have her hands shaking. She’d been waiting for his call, or expecting him to show up on her doorstep for over a week now.
The first time she’d seen the dark-haired, blue-eyed sheriff she’d rocked back on her heels, stunned. Her mate had looked equally shocked. He’d started towards her at that Pride meeting, but then Max had called for their attention and Gabe hadn’t been available for more than a quick phone call since. The last time she’d seen him had been across Belle’s hospital bed. He’d looked so grim she hadn’t had the heart to say anything to him. He’d nodded approvingly at her before exiting the room, leaving behind a lingering warmth that had sustained her through some rough times this week.
Now that the situation with Rudy Parker was finally resolved, it was time for him to claim her.
“I need to talk to you.”
His voice was serious. “Um. Okay.” She bit her lip, thinking rapidly. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she’d only had a cup of soup for dinner the night before. “Frank’s Diner?”
He sighed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Oh.” She bit back her disappointment. At least he was speaking to her.
“I’m at the airport.”
What? “Is everything all right?”
“Everything’s…different.”
That didn’t sound good. His voice sounded weary and strained, not surprising considering what had happened a few days ago. “Different how?”
“I’m going away for a little while.” She could hear the noises of an airport in the background and assumed it was Philadelphia International.
“Oh.”
“Sarah. You know you’re mine, right?”
Yes! “I know.” She’d known the moment she’d seen him. Everything in her had yearned towards him, but she’d understood why he’d held off on claiming her. He’d needed all of his focus to be on Sheri, not Sarah. She’d been proud of him for it.
“I can’t claim you yet. It’s complicated. I won’t be able to claim you for a while.”
Her heart sank. She’d been looking forward to having someone of her own, someone who might understand some of the strange things that had been happening to her lately. “Why not?”
“I’ve been tapped to replace a Hunter for our region.”
Pride swelled within her, along with fear. Being a Hunter was no easy job. “Oh wow. Gabe! That’s…scary. Incredible, but really scary.”
He laughed. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. Seems a rogue took one down in our area and the Senate’s decided I’m the one to replace him.”
“Is the Pride in danger?”
“No, baby. Halle is safe. He’s operating out of New York state.” The warmth in his voice went far in melting the chill that had enveloped her.
“You’ll do fine, Gabe.” She blinked. That hadn’t been what she’d wanted to say at all.
But it was the right thing to say from the relief in his tone. “I’m glad you understand, baby. This means a great deal to me, more than I thought it would when I got approached. It means when something like Parker happens again I can act without any fear of reprisals from Packs, Prides or Dens.”
She settled back down on the bed. No point in getting up early on a Saturday if there was no one she had to see and nowhere to go. “How did Adrian and Max react to this? Are they all right with it?”
“Once they got away from their mates for a few seconds they were okay with it. Max actually drove me to the airport.”
She stifled the hurt that he hadn’t asked her to drive him. “I could have taken you.”
Silence. Not good. “I couldn’t let you do that, Sarah.”
“Why not?”
“If I had been in a car with you for two hours I would never have gotten on that plane.”
The rough rasp of his voice played over her senses. It was nice to know that he wanted her just as much as…she… “Where are you?”
“Right now? Somewhere near Chicago.”
“Somewhere near Chicago. Not actually in Chicago.” Liar. She just knew he was in Chicago, not that it mattered.
He gave another rough sigh. “Sarah. Please. Tell me you understand why I’m doing this.”
She rubbed her hand over her eyes wearily. “I do understand what you’re doing, but I don’t like that you wouldn’t even see me before you left.”
“I told you why. I didn’t think it was fair to either one of us to be marked before I left. I have to have my mind in the game, not on my mate.”
That hurt. She understood, really she did, but it still hurt. “All right.”
More silence. “That’s it?”
“What do you want me to say, Gabe? I understand. I don’t agree, but I understand. What’s going to happen the first time you go on a hunt though? Are you going to regret leaving me behind then, too?”
“I’m hoping the first time I have to go on a hunt the first flush of mating will be over and we’ll be long since settled.”
She thought about that for a moment. There wasn’t anything more she could say about it. What was done was done. “When will you be back?”
She was beginning to hate those little silences. It meant she wasn’t going to like his answer. “Six months, roughly.”
She was right. She didn’t like the answer. “Damn.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I did what I thought was best.”
She suppressed a growl. If he’d spoken to her before leaving she could have corrected that little assumption, but it was too late now. “Call me.”
“I will. I promise.”
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