stealing the motorcycle and the money,
she might be now.
Outcasts were those wolvers who'd been
banished from the pack for committing serious crimes against it.
Without a pack to support them, most outcasts turned rogue; lone
wolvers who sometimes banded together to form an outlaw gang.
"I guess technically I'm rogue, but it wasn't
my intention to stay that way. I couldn't stay where I was. I
couldn't do what they wanted me to do."
"You see? She admits it. She's rogue. Rogue.
I told you so."
Jazz had to step back as the Alpha stood
surprisingly fast for a man his age. He pointed the tip of his cane
out into the crowd directly at Roger Wilson.
"When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it,
but if I was you, I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for that to
happen. Now, just in case you missed it the first time, I'm
a-telling you that this is Court with a capital C and I'll have no
more interruptions. One more, Roger Wilson, and I'll fine you fifty
dollars and you'll find yourself picking up leavings for Miz Ezzy's
boys for the next two weeks. Are you hearing me?"
Wilson grunted in reply.
The old man drew himself up to his full
height and Jazz could feel the power rolling off of him, not as
strong as her father's but there was no mistaking what it was. It
was the power of the Alpha.
"I said, are you hearing me?" The Alpha asked
again.
Wilson's head bowed just a fraction and he
muttered, "Yes, Alpha."
The Mate had disappeared into the house at
the beginning of the exchange and now returned with a glass of gold
tinted water which she handed to the Alpha. She was rewarded with a
nod and a smile that lit up her eyes even further. Everything
stopped for a moment as the Alpha and his Mate locked eyes.
Jazz had never seen such a look pass between
a couple before and it touched her in a way she'd never felt
before. These two old people were more than Alpha and Mate and that
one nod and smile was like a secret passing between them, something
special and pure. They loved each other, deeply. She didn't realize
she was staring until the Alpha's voice called her back.
"What do you have to say about the trouble
you caused this morning?"
"I didn't cause it."
"I think we scared her, Alpha. We didn't mean
to," a woman's voice piped. It was Ellie, the woman from the
porch.
"I wasn't scared," Jazz snapped.
Jazz felt her grizzly stiffen beside her and
she could have sworn she heard him swear even though no sound
passed his lips.
"But I might've misunderstood," she amended
quickly. "I thought they wanted to hurt me and I wasn't going to
let them. I'm guessing I was wrong about that."
The grizzly started breathing again.
"I reckon you were, girl, and
misunderstanding or no, you caused some damage. I'm sentencing you
to two weeks helping Ellie with her laundry and a week helping
Donna set her garden out."
The Alpha had spoken and there was nothing
for it but to obey. "Yes, Sir," she said quietly, lowering her
eyes.
"You got something to say?"
Startled, Jazz looked up to find the Alpha
looking up at the doctor.
"Yes. She needs a place to stay."
The Alpha laughed. "No, she don't. She's
staying with you, son. You brought her here. She's your
responsibility. Besides, you can afford the extra mouth to feed.
That means you also get to host the frolic on the next full moon.
You can introduce her to the pack."
"I don't run," Doc said cryptically.
"I know and it's time you did."
The Alpha's answer told Jazz no more than
Doc's comment except it made her grizzly look more like a bear than
ever.
The old Alpha tapped the arm of the rocking
chair. "That's it, Milt. We're done."
"Courts adjourned," Milt called to the crowd,
"Ya'll can go home now. There's no more to see."
Jazz felt a light touch to her shoulder and
turned to find the smiling Mate.
"I'm Miz Mary and I think you should stop by
for a visit real soon. I think you're someone I'd like to get to
know."
Chapter 7
"What the hell's a frolic?" Jazz
asked as they walked back to the
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