forever and he needed her safely inside that room before she woke. But he suspected talking was the best way to get through this.
“Six years.”
“Only six? Shit, I’ve never come across a wolf so strong at six.”
Connor scowled. He didn’t want to be fucking super-wolf.
“We’ve spoken to the others,” Pete said. “No one will shoot you if you challenge Logan.”
“Well, that’s comforting, but I’m not challenging anyone.” He nodded toward the back of the car. “I have a sick woman and she needs help.”
Pete shrugged. “We had to try. We won’t stop you. But if you change your mind…”
“I won’t.”
They stepped away as he opened the driver’s door. Connor hesitated and turned back to them. “Why don’t you all go up against him? You could take him if you worked together.”
“It’s not the way it’s done. There would be no one strong enough to lead the pack. We would be in chaos. Look, if you change your mind, you’ll find us in the big walled house at the northern end of the moors.”
Connor shook his head. “I’m not the man you need.”
He climbed in and turned on the engine, but couldn’t get the image of the woman out of his mind, the one whose arm had been broken. But he was no wolf leader. They would have to sort out their problems. Right now, he had enough of his own. But he was aware of them watching him and he couldn’t drown out the little niggle of guilt that nagged until way after they had disappeared from sight.
Chapter Seven
“You look like total shit.” Sebastian peered in through the open window of the vehicle.
He’d appeared as soon as Connor pulled up in the underground garage. Anya and Tasha were close behind, but they were pretty much ignoring Connor as they tried to see into the back of the truck.
Tasha frowned. “She is in there, isn’t she?”
Connor nodded.
“Why didn’t you phone?” Anya asked. “We were about to set off to search for you.”
“Your sister has a habit of frying cell phones, and computers, and probably anything else she gets close to.”
“Including people, if you’re anything to go by.” Sebastian studied him through narrowed eyes. “So the implant didn’t work?”
Connor twitched uncomfortably. He glanced from Anya to Tasha and away again. He supposed he was going to have to tell them what had happened at some point. They needed to know the facts if they were going to help Keira and maybe the girls would have an insight into what had gone wrong. But he really wasn’t up to the whole “we were fine until she came” conversation. He wasn’t sure he ever would be, but he’d work himself up to it.
“To a point,” he said eventually when it became obvious they were all waiting for an answer.
“What point?” Sebastian persisted.
Connor frowned. “Later.” The word came out more as a growl than he’d intended. Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, but nodded.
“Is the room ready?” Connor asked.
“Well, it’s done as we discussed. I hope it will be enough.”
So did he.
Connor rubbed his forehead, the headache had faded through the long day, but it was still an unpleasant memory. Now exhaustion tugged at his mind, his eyes ached, and his stomach growled for food.
He climbed out of the truck and stretched, trying to ease the kinks from his shoulders.
“Hey, did I mention you look like shit?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you go upstairs and get some food and rest and we’ll see to her.” He nodded toward the back of the vehicle.
“No.” Again, the word came out harsher than he’d planned. What the hell was wrong with him? But he needed to see Keira was safe and all right before he could rest.
Sebastian pursed his lips. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
“Like what?”
Sebastian shrugged. “Never mind. We can talk later. For now, let’s get her out of there and settled.”
Connor moved to the back of the vehicle and opened the door, trying to ignore the women attempting
“Six years.”
“Only six? Shit, I’ve never come across a wolf so strong at six.”
Connor scowled. He didn’t want to be fucking super-wolf.
“We’ve spoken to the others,” Pete said. “No one will shoot you if you challenge Logan.”
“Well, that’s comforting, but I’m not challenging anyone.” He nodded toward the back of the car. “I have a sick woman and she needs help.”
Pete shrugged. “We had to try. We won’t stop you. But if you change your mind…”
“I won’t.”
They stepped away as he opened the driver’s door. Connor hesitated and turned back to them. “Why don’t you all go up against him? You could take him if you worked together.”
“It’s not the way it’s done. There would be no one strong enough to lead the pack. We would be in chaos. Look, if you change your mind, you’ll find us in the big walled house at the northern end of the moors.”
Connor shook his head. “I’m not the man you need.”
He climbed in and turned on the engine, but couldn’t get the image of the woman out of his mind, the one whose arm had been broken. But he was no wolf leader. They would have to sort out their problems. Right now, he had enough of his own. But he was aware of them watching him and he couldn’t drown out the little niggle of guilt that nagged until way after they had disappeared from sight.
Chapter Seven
“You look like total shit.” Sebastian peered in through the open window of the vehicle.
He’d appeared as soon as Connor pulled up in the underground garage. Anya and Tasha were close behind, but they were pretty much ignoring Connor as they tried to see into the back of the truck.
Tasha frowned. “She is in there, isn’t she?”
Connor nodded.
“Why didn’t you phone?” Anya asked. “We were about to set off to search for you.”
“Your sister has a habit of frying cell phones, and computers, and probably anything else she gets close to.”
“Including people, if you’re anything to go by.” Sebastian studied him through narrowed eyes. “So the implant didn’t work?”
Connor twitched uncomfortably. He glanced from Anya to Tasha and away again. He supposed he was going to have to tell them what had happened at some point. They needed to know the facts if they were going to help Keira and maybe the girls would have an insight into what had gone wrong. But he really wasn’t up to the whole “we were fine until she came” conversation. He wasn’t sure he ever would be, but he’d work himself up to it.
“To a point,” he said eventually when it became obvious they were all waiting for an answer.
“What point?” Sebastian persisted.
Connor frowned. “Later.” The word came out more as a growl than he’d intended. Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, but nodded.
“Is the room ready?” Connor asked.
“Well, it’s done as we discussed. I hope it will be enough.”
So did he.
Connor rubbed his forehead, the headache had faded through the long day, but it was still an unpleasant memory. Now exhaustion tugged at his mind, his eyes ached, and his stomach growled for food.
He climbed out of the truck and stretched, trying to ease the kinks from his shoulders.
“Hey, did I mention you look like shit?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you go upstairs and get some food and rest and we’ll see to her.” He nodded toward the back of the vehicle.
“No.” Again, the word came out harsher than he’d planned. What the hell was wrong with him? But he needed to see Keira was safe and all right before he could rest.
Sebastian pursed his lips. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
“Like what?”
Sebastian shrugged. “Never mind. We can talk later. For now, let’s get her out of there and settled.”
Connor moved to the back of the vehicle and opened the door, trying to ignore the women attempting
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