Lying with Wolves. Cynthia Cooke

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      He just stood there, his face losing its color.

      “Malcolm, what aren’t you telling me?”

      She could see his pain visibly racking his face. It scared her. “What?”

      “Your mom was shot.”

      His words reverberated around the room.

      “Shot? How? Who?”

      “Scott. We think. We don’t know for sure.”

      She faltered, leaning against the counter.

      “It was an accident.”

      “How do you accidently shoot someone? I didn’t even think... Why would he even have a gun?”

      “He was aiming for someone else and missed.”

      “Who? This is crazy.”

      “I know.”

      She looked up at him. “Who could he have wanted to kill so badly, Malcolm?”

      And then she thought she knew. It was him. It had to be him. That was why he looked so damned guilty.

      “Shay.”

      She looked up sharply. “Who the hell is Shay?”

      “Dean Mallory’s daughter.”

      “You mean your wife?” she said. The caustic taste of her words burned her throat. He actually had the audacity to look confused. His stupidity enraged her all over again. “The woman you threw our lives away for? The woman you’d never met but insisted you must marry? The woman who was supposed to solidify your leadership of the Pack and to hell with everyone else?” She pushed her lips together, refusing to rehash the devastation he’d reaped on her life.

      “I’m not married to her.”

      The softly spoken words ricocheted through her mind. She stared at him as fury hardened her eyes and trapped her tongue.

      “She fell in love with Jason before she ever got to the Colony. They’re probably married by now and leading the Pack together.”

      Disbelief overcame her bitterness and broke something loose within her. “But you sacrificed everything, threw everything we had away, just so you could marry this woman and maintain your position of power leading the Pack. And you lost it all anyway?”

      “I was an idiot. I know that.” His eyes locked on hers. “I am so full of regret and remorse, I doubt I’ll ever recover.”

      “And my mother died because of this woman?”

      “Your mother died because Scott or someone in his group wanted Shay dead. They fired, they missed. And now we’re all going to pay the price. But you’re right, I sent Jason to get Shay, I brought her to the Colony. My plans, my scheming set all this in motion. Help me make amends to you, and to the people of the Colony. Come home, Celia.”

      She shook her head in disbelief. After all she’d been through, after all he’d put her through, now she had to go back and help him make amends. Every fiber within her rebelled bitterly at the thought. More than anything, she wanted to throw him out, to throw him to the Abatu, but she couldn’t. The other shifters needed her. If she didn’t go, if she didn’t rejuvenate the crystals around the Colony’s perimeter, then within days everyone she knew would be dead.

      She couldn’t let that happen. She had to go back.

      Even if she had to go back with him.

      * * *

      Malcolm’s stomach folded in on itself as he watched Celia fall apart and desperately try to pull herself back together again. He longed to reach out and hold her, to comfort her and somehow make it all better again. But there was no way he could do that.

      No way he could fix this.

      He was a man who got things done, who made things happen. Standing on the sidelines helpless was not something he knew how to do. All he did know was that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he’d been lost without her. She grounded him and kept him sane. Kept the shadows at bay. And he’d screwed that up, too. But he’d learned his lesson. Somehow he had to make her see that. And then maybe she just might be able to love him again.

      A passerby stopped in front of the large picture window, looked in at them and then hesitated.

      An Abatu.

      “Celia, we really need to go. Now.”

      Her gaze followed his. She saw the man, and then looked around the shop, her eyes desperately flitting this way and that. “I can’t just pick up and leave without notice. I have a business here. I have partners. My cousins.”

      “You have to. There’s already one out there.”

      “They can’t see us beyond the crystals.”

      “Maybe not. But they know we’re around here somewhere. I was still bleeding when I got here. They can smell my blood. Soon there will be more. Then what will we do? Never leave again? Stay in this shop for the next year?”

      “I still have my bracelet.”

      He stared at her, then sat in a corner chair. “You’re right. You can leave. This isn’t your problem. I’ll move in until you’re ready to go. Do you have somewhere for me to sleep?”

      Her gaze hardened. “Fine. I’ll call the twins.”

      He smiled. “I thought you’d come around to my way of thinking.”

      “Don’t kid yourself, Malcolm. I’m not doing this for you. I couldn’t care less what happens to you. I’m doing this for the others. And I will come back one way or another. My life is here.”

      Was here. He’d make her see that, because if there was one thing Malcolm was good at, it was getting people to come around to his way of thinking.

      * * *

      Celia climbed the stairs to her bedroom above the shop. Unfortunately Malcolm was right on her heels.

      “There is no reason for you to come up here,” she called behind her.

      “Call it curiosity,” Malcolm said, suddenly too close for comfort.

      “We both know what that did to the cat.”

      He smiled at her. That wide, charming smile of his that had made her fall in love with him in the first place. She took a deeply annoyed breath and stepped into her small one-bedroom apartment.

      “Wait here,” she muttered, and went into her bedroom and pulled down an overnight bag from the top of her closet.

      “Nice place,” he called from the front room.

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