Wanted: Undead or Alive (Page 43)

“I’m so sorry about that.”

He patted her on the back. “At least we have you back safe and sound.”

“Hey, dude.” Phineas gave Nate a knuckle pound. “Heard you were kicking ass over at the Bleddyn ranch.”

Nate smiled. “Never thought I’d fight alongside a bear and a tiger.”

Brynley looked around the foyer of Nate’s home. Swords were stacked against one wall, and a table was loaded down with ammunition. MacKay employees teleported in with cases of synthetic blood. Jack’s wife, Lara, was checking things off a clipboard. Apparently, she’d been given the job of supply manager for their new base of operations. “Wow, your place has become Vampire Central.”

Nate nodded. “My life has gotten a whole lot more interesting.”

Jack teleported in with Phil.

“Bryn!” Phil jogged over and gave her a hug. “Thank God you’re all right.”

She grinned. “They rescued the wild white stallion, too.”

“Excellent.” He pulled her aside. “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay.”

He looked around the foyer, then dragged a hand through his shaggy hair. “Well, the thing is, I . . . owe you an apology. I should have come back to the house years ago to see if you were all right. I just assumed you weren’t interested in leaving when you didn’t answer my letters and—”

“What?” Her heart froze for a second. “Letters?”

“Yes. I saw the letters you left at the cabin, so I wrote some back, telling you—”

“You wrote me?” Her blood chilled.

“Yeah, several times. I asked if you wanted to come—” He stopped when a strangled noise escaped her mouth. “Oh, shit. You never got them, did you?”

She shook her head. Tears came to her eyes. “I—I thought you’d abandoned me.”

“Oh God, no, Brynley.” He pulled her into his arms. “Shit! No wonder you were so mad at me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You wrote to me.”

“Yes.”

She leaned back. “Father must have been watching the cabin. He took your letters away.”

“I doubt he did it personally. He probably had one of his minions doing it.”

She made a face. “He must have been afraid I would run away.”

“You did, eventually.”

She gasped. “Oh my God, if he was having the cabin watched, he must have known about the Lost Boys.”

Phil winced. “It’s possible. Nothing much happens in his territory that he doesn’t know about.”

“But he didn’t stop me.” She bit her lip. “Doesn’t that seem odd?”

“Hey, guys.” Phineas joined them. “The meeting is starting.”

They filed into Nate’s large parlor that had been filled with extra chairs from the dining room. Everyone sat as Angus took a position in front of the stone fireplace.

“We’re doing well,” Angus began. “Last night, we defeated a pack of werewolves and took over the Bleddyn ranch. And tonight, we have successfully rescued Brynley Jones.”

Everyone gave her a cheer, and she grinned at Phineas.

Angus clasped his hands behind his back. “We still have some unfinished business. Corky and Dimitri remain free. We believe they are hiding at the Jones ranch. Rhett Bleddyn is there, too. Even though it appears his wedding tomorrow will be canceled, he is still a potential threat since he had planned to murder Brynley and her—”

“What?” Brynley squealed.

Phineas patted her knee. “I was going to tell you about that.”

“He was going to kill us?” she asked.

Phineas nodded. “Yeah. So he could inherit all your father’s land and wealth.”

“And take over the wolf packs,” Phil added.

“We canna assume he’ll give up on the plan,” Angus said. “As long as he’s anywhere near yer father’s house, I believe yer family is in danger.”

Brynley jumped to her feet. “He might force Glynis to marry him. We have to go back.”

“I’ll go.” Phil stood. “I’ll tell my father.”

“It could get ugly,” Angus warned him. “We’ll go with you. Do ye want to leave now?”

Phil shook his head. “We should wait till tomorrow. This is the third night of the full moon. All the werewolves will be capable of shifting. If we go tomorrow night, they can’t shift to attack us. They’ll lose their advantage.”

Angus nodded. “Tomorrow night, then.”

Brynley took a deep breath. “I’m going, too.”

“No!” Phineas jumped to his feet. “We just got you out of there. You’re not going back.”

“I’ll be fine as long as everyone else is there.” She turned to him and whispered, “You’ve helped me see how strong I can be. I can do this.” She squared her shoulders. “I’m not running away from my father anymore. It’s time I stood up to him.”

Chapter Twenty-five

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Phil asked her the following night.

Brynley was in the kitchen at Nate’s house, enjoying a bowl of ice cream with her brother before the night’s big event.

She swallowed her last bite. “I’ve always run away. To college, to the rodeo, to the academy. I can’t do it anymore. My inner wolf is rebelling and insists I stand up for myself. I’ll never be completely free until I get over my fear of our father.”

Phil nodded. “I’m proud of you. But be careful. Stick close to me or Phineas.” He put their empty bowls in the sink. “All right. Let’s hitch a ride to the ranch.”

She accompanied her brother into the foyer, where Angus and his men were arming themselves with swords and pistols.

“Are you sure you don’t want a weapon?” Phineas asked.

Phil shook his head. “It would just be confiscated. The guards won’t let us near our father if we’re armed.”

Phineas gave Brynley a worried look. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I want to stand up to him, not kill him.”

Phineas pulled her close. “I hate to let you out of my sight.”

“I’ll be fine. Remember how strong I am?” She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Nate had assigned her a bedroom upstairs, and she’d managed to pin Phineas down on the mattress a few times. Their wrestling match had gone on until the rising sun had forced him to go to the basement with the other Vamps for their death-sleep.

After a long day’s sleep, she was ready to face the dragon tonight. Caddoc Jones. Angus and his employees were hoping to capture Corky and Dimitri. And if Rhett Bleddyn died in battle, no one was going to mourn his passing.

Jack teleported first to position himself in the woods behind the house. Then he called, and Lara put him on the speakerphone. She waved and wished everyone good luck as they vanished.

As soon as they materialized, Angus led the small group to the edge of the backyard. The guard, who’d been relaxing in a patio chair, jumped to his feet and pounded on the back door, shouting.

Within seconds, more guards appeared. Then a group of young male werewolves. Brynley spotted her brother Howell. Then Caddoc Jones strode to the edge of the patio and regarded them with a haughty glare.

“A motley group of bloodsuckers and shifters,” he muttered, then raised his voice. “Is there a reason for this invasion of my property? Or shall I consider this a declaration of war?”

Angus stepped forward. “You can consider us a peacekeeping force.”

Caddoc snorted. “Do you see a war around here?”

“Give it some time,” Angus answered dryly. “Your son and daughter have come to speak to you.”

Caddoc’s mouth thinned. “I have but one son, and he’s here.” He motioned to Howell, and whispered something to him.

Howell nodded, then stepped off the patio and walked toward them with two guards.

“Can you do your talk here in the yard?” Phineas asked. “Where I can keep an eye on you?”

Brynley shook her head. “If our father talks to us, it will have to be in private. He can’t be seen in public talking to Phil. He banished him, so he can’t acknowledge his existence.”

Phil snorted. “That’s why he sent our brother out to talk to us.” He took hold of her elbow. “Ready?”

“Be careful,” Phineas whispered.

“I will.” She squeezed his hand, then walked with Phil across the yard. They stopped halfway to the patio.

Howell halted about ten feet away, the guards behind him. He ignored Phil and focused on Brynley. “I see you’ve returned in time for the wedding.”

“No—”

“Call Rhett and tell him his bride is here!” Howell yelled back at the guards on the patio.

Brynley gritted her teeth. “I am not marrying him.”

“You will.” Howell glared at her. “The Supreme Pack Master commands it.”

“Bullshit,” Phil said calmly.

Howell glanced at him. “Do I know you?”

“Cut the crap. I’m here to talk to our father.”

Howell snorted. “The prodigal son returns. Don’t think you can weasel your way back into the inheritance. It’s mine now.”

“Congratulations, Howie. Does that mean you’ve gone Alpha?” Phil flicked some dust off his shoulder, and his hand flashed into a wolf’s paw, then back to human.

Murmurs of amazement rushed over the crowd standing on the patio. Phil had performed a difficult partial shift with incredible ease. Only an extremely powerful Alpha could manage such a feat.

Howell stepped back, his eyes wide.

“I will speak to my daughter,” Caddoc Jones announced. “She may bring her escort.” He turned on his heel and walked back into the house.

Phil gave Brynley an amused look. “That got his attention.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “but you still don’t have a name.”

Howell jutted his chin forward, his mouth thin with anger. “This way.” He strode back to the patio with the guards.

“Thanks,” Phil said dryly. “I’d forgotten where the back door is.”

“Behave,” Brynley warned him as they walked. “We’re going into the lion’s den.”

“Or wolf’s den,” he murmured back. “I hear they sometimes eat their young.”

She gave him an annoyed look. “That’s not boosting my confidence.”

Howell led them into the house and straight into her father’s office.

Caddoc Jones was waiting for them, leaning against his desk. He waved a dismissive hand. “You may go, Howell.”

Howell’s jaw dropped. “But—” He stopped when his father glared at him.

“Better learn to submit,” Phil whispered to him. “It’s the price of the inheritance.”

Howell’s eyes flashed with anger, then he strode from the room and slammed the door behind him.