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want to be helpless again.”

Chapter Four
     
    Heather Fitzroy fidgeted on the barstool in the back corner of the Clubhouse. She held a beer, slowly rolling the bottle between her palms though she’d yet to bring it to her lips. Her gaze swept the lively crowd, searching for something that would explain her restlessness.
    The dance floor was teeming with rowdy Therian wolves and there was a waiting line for the pool tables. The music was too loud and it was likely someone would throw a punch before the night was through. Still, it looked like any other night. A bouncer ensured that only members of Blue River Pack were admitted to the bar, so why couldn’t she sit still?
    “You okay?” Lexxie asked, mirroring Heather’s thought.
    Heather looked at her friend and smiled. “I’m fine. Really.”
    Lexxie tilted her blonde head and pursed her bright-red lips. “You can’t fool me. I know you too well. You’re still pissed about Bruce.” Though her overdone eyeliner made her look like an ancient Egyptian, there was nothing but kindness in her dark-blue eyes.
    The horrendous incident lingered in the back of Heather’s mind. She couldn’t explain what was really wrong so she latched on to the misconception. “He was my brother. I can’t just pretend he never existed like everyone else. Dad won’t even allow anyone to speak his name.” It had been exactly a week since the pack elders deemed Bruce unworthy of life. He’d been taken out behind the bar and members of his own pack had ripped him to shreds. “They left him there to die like a piece of garbage.” She shuddered and a cold sort of numbness settled over her heart. “I don’t care what he did. No one deserves to die like that.”
    Lexxie didn’t argue. She was faithful to the pack, an obedient beta female who wouldn’t dream of contradicting her alpha. “We can’t change what happened and dwelling on it will only make you miserable.”
    Before Heather could reply, her phone blinked to life. She picked it up and saw that Landon, her middle brother, was on the line. Rather than answer the call, she sent him a text. There was no way she could hear him in this place anyway.
    What’s up? She looked around as she waited for him to respond. If her father caught her talking to Landon he’d smash her phone. Landon had abandoned his pack and joined the rebels. Now Heather had two brothers she was supposed to pretend had never existed.
    Call me. Now. It’s important .
    She scooted off the barstool and grabbed her purse, not sure if she’d be back. “I need to take this.”
    “Who is it?” Lexxie looked curious, not calculative, but Heather just smiled.
    “I’ll be right back.” Maybe.
    Heather made a beeline for the kitchen. Fewer people would notice her leaving if she slipped out through the back. She stepped out into the cool mountain air and shivered. The night was actually mild, but in contrast to the crowded bar it was shocking.
    Pausing to make sure she was alone, she called Landon. “What’s the matter? I’m at the Clubhouse, so this better be important.”
    “We found Dhane.”
    “Found him? I didn’t realize Dhane was missing.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose. So damn many secrets. Her father never told her anything.
    “Dad wasn’t sure if Dhane was in trouble or just illustrating his disapproval over what happened to Bruce.”
    “Where did you find him? Is he okay?”
    “We managed to get him stabilized, but he still needs energy. Any chance you can drive down here with Lexxie or one of the other beta females?” He hesitated over the word beta, knowing how much she hated the term. All females were expected to be beta, submissive, obedient. Most fell naturally into the role, but Heather had too much of her father in her to be submissive to anyone.
    “Why does Dhane need a female if all he needs is energy? Have one of your cats fill him up and get his ass back here.”
    “It’s complicated and each minute we waste debating the