Bound to the Tribe (Bound to the Pack, #2)

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    The four of us waited while the new arrivals parked and everyone in them was walking our way. Well, the guards were walking. Kristen was doing something that seemed to be half jogging and half stalking.
    “Are you guys all right?” She looked Jen and I over as she gave each of us a quick hug. She was furious.
    “As well as can be expected.” I smiled in spite of everything, it was good to see her.
    “Let’s move,” the irritable guard from earlier spoke as the others arrived. He followed his own words as he said them, turning and beginning to walk towards the building.
    “Why did we come here? ” Jen asked as she looked around. The gym was the only building close by and we were being herded towards the entrance.
    “This is the closest place to park for the reservation,” Kris replied offhandedly as she looked our guards over. “The gym is really just a front.”
    “A front?” Jen was getting even more confused.
    “Yeah,” Kris nodded. “A gym is the perfect cover if you think about it. Plenty of lockers for us to leave our belongings in, so we don’t have to bring them with us. Plus the tree line comes right up to the back.” She gestured over the building as we approached, the tops of trees visible above the roof.
    She looked Jen up and down while also gesturing to herself. “Plus we can grab a change of clothes, since doing a two day hike in clubbing clothes? Not a good idea.”
    Two of our escorts stepped ahead to hold the doors for us. This early in the morning there were few others around, thankfully. A shifter at the front desk nodded at us as we passed, eyes lingering on me.
    It wasn’t every day a fugitive was brought through.
    “Makes sense,” Jen chuckled suddenly, “And since you all look like you live in a gym anyway, it’s totally believable that one of you would go in and leave a week later.”
    “Humans aren’t that observant,” I answered, watching as some of the guards headed off towards that area. “There are several rooms here for our use when needed.”
    “She was making a joke about how muscle bound and fit we all are, Li.” Kris chuckled as I shook my head, having completely missed it.
    We were taken into what looked like a shop for the gym, stacks of clothes were everywhere and there was a wall of shoes to one side. Kristen and Jen were allowed to get items in their sizes and change into them. I wasn’t given the opportunity, either because of my bindings or because my clothing wouldn’t hinder me on the trail.
    The girls finished quickly and we moved on, passing through the building to find ourselves outside in a secluded area near the tree line. The remaining guards watched the forest for something, most likely the guards that would take us the rest of the way to the reservation.
    Rustling alerted us to someone approaching, clearly wanting to announce themselves or there would have been silence. A shifter only made noise in the woods if they wanted to.
    A moment later my heart sank. Making his way into view was a large grey and white wolf with heterochromatic eyes. The deep brown of his right eye seemed to say ‘welcome home’ while the ice blue of his left eye felt to be judging us. Judging, and finding us all lacking.
    He was the alpha of my own pack, the only shifter whose opinion I truly cared about.
    Ian.
    He looked over us, gaze lingering on Jen and causing her to step closer to my side as unease wafted from her. He then turned and walked off, an indication that we were to follow.
    One of my guards came to me and undid the bindings on my arms, leaving the rest of the harness in place. They wouldn’t want me to fall and break my neck before they had the chance to try me and find me guilty.
    As the guards went back inside, Jen looked around. “What’s going on?”
    “We are to follow,” I replied simply, and walked off to the trail that lead to the reservation.
    “Wait,” Jen continued, searching around as we all moved into the trees. “Where’s

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