Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, From Her, With Her, Beside Her, and Near Her. Thirty years and three children later, Quil and Claire have settled down and settled in to their happy life together. But when an old enemy moves back into town and threatens a member of their family in a way no one could have predicted, how will they keep him safe?
I am SERIOUSLY running out of titles here. I'll need some suggestions when the sequel rolls around. So read the prequels. Please. Or else this will be extremely confusing.
6. Chapter 6
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“Absolutely not.” Embry’s voice was flat.
He glared at us. “Because.”
“Because I’m the Alpha and I say so,” he growled. I crossed my arms.
“Come on, man. Please.”
“Look, the vamps have to stay here where we can keep an eye on them.”
Leah, beside me, hissed at him, sounding more like a vampire than a wolf. Her whole body was tense, and I placed a hand on her shoulder. “Leah, control.”
She glared at me and then turned back around to stare at Embry and the two youngest wolves. Sam, Seth, Jake, and Jared were watching from the sidelines with the air of moviegoers, while Paul was on Embry’s right side, the Second’s position. He had phased, to stop him from getting pissed and ripping someone’s face off.
“We’re the only ones who can fight them. Normal humans can’t protect themselves. We’ve got to keep an eye on them, even if they aren’t really our enemies. And that’s final, Quil. Neither of you is to go over there. None of you, for that matter.”
“He’s right,” Brady said, nodding. “’Sides, it’s fun making the leeches toe the line.”
Sam sighed and shook his head, no doubt recalling old times. “Brady, that’s not the point.”
“But it’s the truth.” It’s hard to be angry with his friendly lopsided grin.
“Maybe it’s fun for you, Embry, for you, Brady. For me, it’s damn serious business,” Leah growled, furious. “But for me, it’s not a game. This werewolf business has ruined my life twice over now. I am not going to let that happen again.”
Everyone but Embry and Sam bowed their heads. Over time, we got over the fact that Leah was a bitch to all of us and realized the pain wasn’t her fault, and we’d all pretty much treated her like crap.
Sam spoke with the same quiet authority as always, defending his successor. “What? You couldn’t be happy for him?”
“Well, we all know how bad Leah is at getting over things,” Collin scoffed.
I winced. Bad move.
She whirled around, growling. Her eyes flashed as she ripped into him. “Yeah, Sam, because imprinting makes us all so happy. And by the way, how many times do you have to remind you that you gave up the right to order me around when you broke my heart? Collin, quit implying I’m just doing this because I’m a bitter, jealous bitch. We all know I’m a bitter, jealous bitch. Really, I’d just like to not think about that—and that isn’t why I’m doing this. I don’t want to see him hurt. I don’t want him to end up like you, twelve years old and skipping sixth grade P.E. to chase down vampires!”
“Sorry,” Collin admitted. “You’re right.”
“Solve your personally problems later, Sam, Leah, Collin. This is a pack meeting, and you don’t control it anymore, Sam. No offense.”
“None taken,” he replied with that rare smile.
“Embry, I’m going,” I interjected, changing the subject.
“Do I have to make it official? Because I will.”
I grimaced at the threat. My best friend should not have to order me around. Stupid pack rules. “You can only stop me if I phase.”
“Four wolves are more than capable of restraining one human, Quil.”
The remainder of the pack stepped forward, Paul snarling a little.
“Be reasonable, Embry. Really. They’re not that dangerous. And… they won’t hurt people, no matter where they are. I just don’t want them to destroy my family. You might not understand, but I have to make my children safe. And do you really want to be responsible for breaking Leah’s heart again? Honestly, Embry, I think she’s suffered enough. But that’s just me.”
“Next time I’ll talk for myself, thanks,” she hissed at me, but then returned her eyes to the decision-maker.
He sighed slowly. “All right. But it’s your life, in your hands. Understand?”
I nodded. “Thanks, man.”
“No problem.” He shrugged, and the meeting dispersed into chatter.