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idea of what the situation was beyond ‘very bad'. Taking one pack leader and his pack from their territory for an indeterminate amount of time would leave a hole that was bound to create more problems. Beyond that, he had to suppose they expected to need the muscle and collective strategy of alphas to solve a problem they'd never encountered before.
Apparently they hadn't considered that alphas weren't used to taking orders and that that in itself might create problems. Or maybe they'd thought they could overcome their natural instincts for the greater good?
So far, he thought they'd done tolerably well, but he wasn't convinced they were going to manage to make it all the way through without fighting among themselves in an instinctual need to establish a clear leader. He thought that might have been the case anyway. Throwing Danika into the equation had practically insured it.
But then again, no one had anticipated the discovery that Dr. Dan Whitney was actually Danika Whitney and he was pretty sure, even if they'd suspected it, they still wouldn't have anticipated a problem. She was human and ordinarily that was enough to preclude any real interest in wolfen males.
He was a little baffled about it himself. She was pretty but, looking at her objectively, which was damned hard, she was a good distance from breathtakingly beautiful. She had a hot body—nice tits, nice ass—which brought her a bit closer to exceptional, actually a lot closer, he admitted wryly.
She was smart, but none of them were particularly interested in her brains and although he had a personal preference for intelligent women he hadn't had a fucking clue whether she was or not when he'd felt the first impact of attraction.
He had the uncomfortable suspicion that he wasn't going to find a lot of flaws in Danika, much at all not to like, which only made the problem worse. As physically attracted to her as he was, if she'd had an annoying voice, or laugh, been inclined toward whining demands, had been empty headed and prone to rattle her tongue so that he couldn't ignore it, or had a nasty temper, any or all of those less than desirable traits would've tipped the scales of attraction and eliminated the problem—for him anyway. He didn't know any of the others well enough to know their personal tastes in women. Maybe once their dicks got hard they became blind and deaf to anything else, but he'd discovered he didn't have the patience to deal with a woman that annoyed him outside the bedroom.
Which was why he still hadn't chosen a mate. At a guess, he had to suppose the others had the same problem—no trouble getting any number of women in their beds, an enjoyment of the variety offered that made them disinclined to settle for just one, and a complete lack of tolerance for those same bed partners once they'd shot their seed. A mating didn't have to be forever, but a few years of hell could feel like forever and he hadn't felt the need to breed strong enough to feel like taking a chance on tying himself to a woman he couldn't get rid of fast enough.
Frowning at the turn of his thoughts, he shook them off and focused on weeding the weres from the humans as the church goers made their way up the walk and into the chapel.
"What was your count?” he asked Con once the doors had closed behind the last of them.
Con reddened guiltily. “I thought you were counting."
Shrugging off his own discomfort, Balin eyed Con coolly. “I was. I wanted to compare notes."
Con nodded, frowning in intense concentration for several moments. “A round dozen ... including the preacher."
Balin's lips tightened in annoyance. “I made the preacher as a were ."
Con's eyes widened for a moment. “I didn't get close enough to tell."
"He shook your hand,” Balin pointed out dryly.
"Was that the preacher?” Con asked
Apparently they hadn't considered that alphas weren't used to taking orders and that that in itself might create problems. Or maybe they'd thought they could overcome their natural instincts for the greater good?
So far, he thought they'd done tolerably well, but he wasn't convinced they were going to manage to make it all the way through without fighting among themselves in an instinctual need to establish a clear leader. He thought that might have been the case anyway. Throwing Danika into the equation had practically insured it.
But then again, no one had anticipated the discovery that Dr. Dan Whitney was actually Danika Whitney and he was pretty sure, even if they'd suspected it, they still wouldn't have anticipated a problem. She was human and ordinarily that was enough to preclude any real interest in wolfen males.
He was a little baffled about it himself. She was pretty but, looking at her objectively, which was damned hard, she was a good distance from breathtakingly beautiful. She had a hot body—nice tits, nice ass—which brought her a bit closer to exceptional, actually a lot closer, he admitted wryly.
She was smart, but none of them were particularly interested in her brains and although he had a personal preference for intelligent women he hadn't had a fucking clue whether she was or not when he'd felt the first impact of attraction.
He had the uncomfortable suspicion that he wasn't going to find a lot of flaws in Danika, much at all not to like, which only made the problem worse. As physically attracted to her as he was, if she'd had an annoying voice, or laugh, been inclined toward whining demands, had been empty headed and prone to rattle her tongue so that he couldn't ignore it, or had a nasty temper, any or all of those less than desirable traits would've tipped the scales of attraction and eliminated the problem—for him anyway. He didn't know any of the others well enough to know their personal tastes in women. Maybe once their dicks got hard they became blind and deaf to anything else, but he'd discovered he didn't have the patience to deal with a woman that annoyed him outside the bedroom.
Which was why he still hadn't chosen a mate. At a guess, he had to suppose the others had the same problem—no trouble getting any number of women in their beds, an enjoyment of the variety offered that made them disinclined to settle for just one, and a complete lack of tolerance for those same bed partners once they'd shot their seed. A mating didn't have to be forever, but a few years of hell could feel like forever and he hadn't felt the need to breed strong enough to feel like taking a chance on tying himself to a woman he couldn't get rid of fast enough.
Frowning at the turn of his thoughts, he shook them off and focused on weeding the weres from the humans as the church goers made their way up the walk and into the chapel.
"What was your count?” he asked Con once the doors had closed behind the last of them.
Con reddened guiltily. “I thought you were counting."
Shrugging off his own discomfort, Balin eyed Con coolly. “I was. I wanted to compare notes."
Con nodded, frowning in intense concentration for several moments. “A round dozen ... including the preacher."
Balin's lips tightened in annoyance. “I made the preacher as a were ."
Con's eyes widened for a moment. “I didn't get close enough to tell."
"He shook your hand,” Balin pointed out dryly.
"Was that the preacher?” Con asked
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