Avoiding Alpha (Alpha Girl) (9 page)

I growled. My wolf surged faster than ever before. “This isn’t about getting Meredith’s wolf back. It’s about keeping her alive.” I slammed my hand on the table, and it groaned. Anger was not my friend right now, but I couldn’t rein it back. “You’re too close-minded to see what’s best for her.”

“What’s best is making her whole.” Shannon spat the words at me as she leaned over the table. “Her wolf wants out, and we should be helping to free her. Once that happens, she’ll be okay.”

“Don’t you get it? Trying to mess around with that curse could kill her!” Fur rippled along my arms. “Shit. Not now.”

Shannon pointed at me and turned to Adrian. “Look at that. Her wolf is begging to be set free and she’s too scared to let it. It’s unnatural. And she’d have us imprison one of ours. I’ll not stand for it.”

I turned my back to them as I tried to get myself under control. My stomach burned with the need to change. My knuckles popped.

I will not change. I will not change. I will not change
.

I ignored their yelling. I knew I was right. It was the only way.

Slowly, my wolf settled down. I breathed a sigh of relief. Today was
not
a good day to change.

“As much as I hate to say it, Tess has a point,” Adrian said. “But maybe if we knew what happened to her, what the spell or curse was, then we’d know how to calm her wolf better.”

I spun around. “Does anyone know what happened?”

Shannon stayed quiet, while Chris and Adrian shook their heads.

Interesting. I wondered what Shannon was hiding.

“Well, we can’t let Dr. Gonzales wake her up,” I said. “The sedatives won’t work for long anyway.”

Chris bounced a pencil on the table. The tap-tap-tap made me more on edge than I already was, if that was even possible. I ripped the pencil from his hand, snapped it in half, and threw it across the room. Wooden splinters rained down on the gray shag carpeting.

Everyone in the room froze.

“Holy shit. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” I’d reached the point where I was acting without thinking. My control was seriously slipping and I hadn’t even noticed it. The wolf inside me was gaining the upper hand, and that couldn’t happen. I sat heavily in my chair.

“It’s fine. I didn’t realize I was tapping my pencil.” Chris shrugged it off like it was no big deal. To them, maybe it wasn’t. To me, it was.

“It was the sound, but God—I’ve never just done that. It was incredibly rude. I’m so sorry.” My wolf wasn’t conflicted about it. Something was annoying me and she stopped it.

Oh no. I was starting to realize what my wolf wanted.

“This might be a crazy idea…” Chris started, then shook his head.

Focusing on Meredith meant I didn’t have to deal with the whole wolf thing. I waited for Chris to speak up, but he didn’t. “Spill it.”

“I know you can get visions and stuff, but can you dig around in someone’s mind?”

The thought of doing that turned my stomach. Messing around in someone’s head seemed a shade darker than anything I ever wanted to do. It was worse than snooping around someone’s closet or medicine cabinet. Everyone had secrets and memories that they’d rather not talk about. What I saw, even when it was something little, was extremely personal, and I felt exactly what they felt. Saw what they saw. To dig around in multiple memories, hoping to run across the right one…that seemed far from kosher.

How far would I go to save Meredith?

Apparently pretty far, because I was seriously thinking about giving this plan a shot. “I’ve never tried. I spent my whole life trying to avoid getting visions, so forcing one from someone wasn’t even on my radar. But getting a specific vision of an event…I don’t know. I could try. You think it’d help?”

“Yes,” Adrian said. “If you could figure out how she got cursed, then maybe we’d have a better shot at undoing it.”

“I guess it’s worth a try.” I just hoped Meredith wouldn’t mind me messing around in her head.

I opened the conference room door and walked straight into Dastien. He grasped my shoulders as I stumbled back a step.

“What’s up?” I asked.

He’d changed from the sweats into his usual jeans and T-shirt, but his eyes still held worry. “I was going to ask you the same thing. I felt you go a little…out of control.” He squeezed my shoulders once before letting go. “What’s going on?”

I didn’t even know how to answer that question. I was feeling on edge. That said, I’d been feeling on edge since my run-in with Luciana. Being anxious wasn’t unusual for me, but today was over the top. I’d nearly shifted twice already, and it wasn’t even dinnertime. To say that I felt uneasy was an extreme understatement, and I didn’t like it at all. I used to be even-keeled. With my visions, I had to be able to roll with whatever was going on, but now I was a mess.

“I’m thinking of doing something that I’m not exactly sure is a super fantastic idea,” I said, taking the easy road out rather than discussing my wolf for the one-millionth time.

“We’re going to the infirmary to see if Tess can see what happened when Meredith was cursed,” Shannon said.

Who knew she was such a little tattletale? Not that I wouldn’t tell Dastien, but it would’ve been nice to ask his opinion myself. I gave her a less-than-friendly look, but Shannon didn’t look the least bit sorry.

“Are you sure that’s something you want to try?” Dastien asked.

“No. But I don’t see a ton of alternatives.” I shrugged. “Unless you’ve managed to get a hold of Donovan?”

“No. Not yet. But I left a message with his hotel in Cusco.” He ran his fingertips down my arm before taking my hand. Our bond strengthened. The first time I’d felt it, it was like a jolt of electricity. Now it was like a warming hum.

Thinking about our bond made me remember something. “The pack has a bond, too. Right?”

“Yeah,” Adrian said. “Of course.”

“Can you feel other people in the pack?”

“Sort of.” Shannon stepped a little too close to Dastien. “Depends on where you are in the pack hierarchy.”

I tried to ignore my annoyance with her. “So why don’t you send a warning via the pack bond or something? You’re high enough up.” I asked Dastien.

“I wish I could, but only the appointed Alpha of each pack can find members of their own pack—which I’m not. I’m only standing in for Michael while he’s away. Even if I were the official Alpha here, Donovan would be out of my league. Only another member of the Seven could find him.”

Well, there went my genius idea. “That does make things more complicated.”

“Can I have a moment with her? Alone?” Dastien asked our friends.

“I’ll meet you in Meredith’s infirmary room,” I said.

Once they were gone, Dastien closed the door. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” It was a total lie, but everything would hold until Meredith was better.

“You’re saying one thing, but I can sense that you’re feeling another.”

I let go of his hand. Sometimes I liked to keep my emotions to myself. Having someone know what was simmering under the surface was unsettling. But he got a pass this time. I didn’t have the time or energy to try and explain what privacy meant to me.

I crossed my arms, trying to let my annoyance go. “I
am
okay to some degree, but it’s all relative, you know?”

He pulled out two chairs, and faced them together. “Sit. Let’s get you calm again before you go try this thing with Meredith.”

That was a fantastic idea. I couldn’t afford to lose control of my wolf. I’d nearly attacked Luciana this morning, and that wasn’t acceptable. Now I was an inch away from totally snapping on my friends.

After the Tribunal, things would be easier. Or so I hoped. But until then, I needed to be on my A game all the time. Today it felt like I was on my C-minus game at best.

He sat in the other chair. “So, I’ll ask it again. How are you doing?”

“Not great. I’m totally on edge about everything. I’m wasting time talking to you and that’s kind of pissing me off—”

“You’re not wasting time,” he said, interrupting me. He frowned. “I hope you know that this might not be fixable. You can’t control everything. You can’t save everyone.”

I chewed on my lip. This wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Not at all. “I don’t want to save everyone. Just Meredith.”

“I know,
cherie
. I know.” He leaned toward me and placed his hand on my knee. The scent that I’d come to know as his—forest and something a little spicy that was just him—comforted
me. “Are you sure you want to do this? It wasn’t that long ago that you wanted to get rid of your visions entirely.”

I slouched in the chair as I thought about the truth in his words. “I did, but this is different.”

“Then why are you so conflicted about it?”

It all came down to one thing. Privacy. It was something that I cherished, and as someone who got a lot of crap for intruding on other people’s memories, I knew how much others valued theirs. “It feels immoral. Like it’s ethically shitty of me to even consider doing it. But I don’t see any other way.”

“She wouldn’t mind. If she were awake, she’d let you in. So, I don’t know why you’re beating yourself up.”

I wasn’t so sure of that. Meredith liked her privacy more than most. And, if I was being honest with myself, it wasn’t just that. I didn’t like being sucked into other people’s memories. It wasn’t fun for me. I’d already lost touch with every aspect of reality that I held true. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

“Will it make you feel better or worse if I go with you?”

Would it make me look weak to need him to hold my hand? Probably. Did I care? Not really. Having him in the same room centered me. “That would actually be great. You don’t mind?”

“
Cherie
.” I grinned at his look of exasperation. “What wouldn’t I do for you?”

“I don’t know.” But I was starting to think that there really wasn’t much.

He shook his head. “It’d be nice to have a little bit of an upper hand on something in this relationship.” The words were a little mumbled.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward me. “Thank you,” I said when our lips were almost touching.

“For what?”

“For being you.”

The sight of his dimpled grin made my heart race. He went the final little bit, and our lips touched. I wanted to breathe him in. His heart pounded as I ran my hands under his shirt.

He bit my lip. “You’re playing with something dangerous.”

“Dangerous might not be so bad.”

His eyes flashed golden for a split second. “Not yet. After the ceremony, then yes.” He took a breath. “
Merde
, Tess. You’re making it really hard.”

“That’s what she said.”

His whole body shook as he laughed. “I walked into that one.”

“Yup.” I stood, and straightened my shirt. “Let’s go see Meredith.”

I pulled him out of the chair and grabbed my bag, tucking the books safely inside.

***

The infirmary was on the third floor of the admin building. I knew it well. When I first arrived at St. Ailbe’s I’d stayed in one of the infirmary’s rooms, but I’d been pretty out of it. Waking up with some crazy memories of being in a cage had made me jump out of the window. It probably wasn’t my smartest move.

Then I’d gotten bit by a nasty vamp and found myself back again. The infirmary was becoming my third home. One I never wanted, but that was life as a werewolf. At least that was
my
life as a werewolf.

Meredith’s room was like any of the other rooms in the infirmary—tiny. One window let in a bit of light. A twin bed took up the center, and cabinets lined the wall to the left of the bed.

A cushy brown leather chair took up the corner in the right side of the room. Shannon sniffled, crying softly as she slouched forward in it. Her face was pale, and her freckles stood out in stark contrast. Adrian sat next to her, his arm around her shoulders. A look of resignation was visible in his eyes.

Chris stood at the side of the bed, holding Meredith’s hand. He was the only one of us who hadn’t seen her yet. He met my gaze. “It’s worse than I thought.”

She seemed peaceful as she lay there. Her features were relaxed while the drugs kept her in a deep, coma-like sleep, but her cheekbones stood out too much to mistake her for anything other than sick. Her skin had taken on a pale yellowish-green tint. Dark circles lined her eyes. It wasn’t just the way she looked physically, but the way she smelled. Slightly sour. Slightly chemically, possibly from metabolizing the drugs. An IV ran into her arm, keeping a steady stream going into her system.

I stepped up to the bed. She’d been fine last night. Happy, glowing, and loving life. And now, she was at death’s door. What the hell happened?

Heels clicked down the hallway toward us. As far as I knew there was only one person at St. Ailbe’s who wore stilettos.

“She’s wasting away,” I said to Dr. Gonzales.

She stood in the doorway, letting us surround our friend. “There’s not much I can do. I’m pumping nutrients into her body, but a werewolf’s metabolism is incredibly rapid.”

I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You stay alive. Give me a chance to fix it.” I rubbed my hands on my jeans. Doing this with an audience wasn’t going to be fun. “I’m not sure how long this might take or if it’ll even work.”

“Take your time,” Adrian said. “We’ll wait.”

Chris left the room abruptly. I thought he was giving me space and maybe the others would take the hint, but he came back a second later with a chair. He placed it behind me and motioned to it. “There. Just in case you need it.”

“Thanks.” I sat down and scooted it right up to Meredith’s bed. I took a deep breath, and told myself to relax. This was going to work.

Dastien stood beside me. I grabbed his hand, trusting that he would keep his own walls up so that he wouldn’t give me anything of his to ‘see,’ and blocked out everything else in the room. I leaned forward. “Show me when Luciana cursed you. Show me what happened,” I said before putting my other hand in hers. It only took a second before my surroundings gave way to the vision.

I was in a room done in pink and white. A little girl with white-blonde hair played with a dollhouse. She whispered as she moved the dolls around
.