was using my parents to get to me. “I think you know I am. Your uncle never mentioned us because we stand for freedom not reform,” he said softly. I looked over the group and I had a feeling Colin wasn’t lying. My uncle had mentioned that my father didn’t always live according to the rules. Maybe this was what he meant. “Fine, I’ll do it, but when it doesn’t turn out how you expected do not blame me,” I said firmly. The crowd cheered and I was a little startled by their outburst. Colin smiled. “They are all really excited. After your parents died we were sure our ways were over.” “Don’t get too excited. I am not as smart or as good at leading as you seem to think I am,” I said dryly. Colin laughed and squeezed me gently. “You will figure it out, I am sure of it.” “Hopefully you are everything Colin makes you out to be,” a man standing not far from us said gruffly. He was probably older than me by at least twenty years. I could tell immediately that he was a werewolf. I didn’t encounter werewolves often. They weren’t normally my target. “I hope so too. Unfortunately I was not aware of any of this,” I said curtly. I was trying to be polite, but his tone was bordering on being condescending. “From what I understand you are intolerable of any kind other than your own.” I could see his eyes change as he spoke. He was getting grumpy. Werewolves tended to try to fight over the smallest things. “You’re right I am, but I am told I need to change that; so you will have to be patient with me,” I said softly. A murmur went through the crowd. I was beginning to think this group hadn’t exactly agreed to me being their leader like Colin led me to believe. “She openly admits to being intolerable. How is she going to lead us?” he growled glaring at Colin. “She does what is right, and she will be fair. Give her a chance, Drake” Colin snapped. It was obvious there was some tension between them. I was beginning to think there was some tension between Drake and Colin. “I didn’t volunteer for this. I will be more than happy to walk away if you think you can do the best job,” I said watching Drake. His eyes locked with mine and I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. He scoffed. “I’ll let you fuck everything up yourself. I don’t want any part of it,” he said gruffly. He turned and disappeared into the crowd. I watched the others and they all watched me curiously. I knew it was going to be a long night.
I spent the next two hours being introduced to the people in the group. They all had the same tattoo I did. They all looked at me like I was some sort of savior. My parents obviously had a bigger hand in the politics of our people then I thought. I didn’t really know what I was going to do. The fear I would let them down was almost stifling. Drake’s hateful looks didn’t help me feel any more confident. After we left the warehouse Colin brought me back to my uncle’s house. It was still early, but I wasn’t in the mood to do anything else. I needed to talk to Aubrey. I wanted to know if he was aware of the death marshals like Colin claimed. I walked into the house, and went directly to the main room where all the festivities were occurring. I spotted Aubrey. He was sitting next to Kate and Luca. They looked like they were talking and having a good time. Part of me wanted to know what he knew, and another part of me didn’t want to interrupt him. His turquoise eyes met mine and he excused himself and walked toward me. “I saw you leave earlier. You seemed flustered. Is everything ok?” he asked as he came to a stop not far from me. I nodded. “Fine, did you know you could die for signing the truce?” I asked trying to keep my tone even. He smiled and looked away for a second; then he looked back at me. “There is always a chance we will die darling. I could die by your hand tonight,” he said simply. “Don’t bullshit me Aubrey. The death