Free Trial by Fire by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

when it felt like Chase and I were the only two people in the world, when I was a girl and he was a boy and everything else just faded away.
    This was not one of those times.
    “I’m not sure there’s a way out of this.” I wouldn’t have been able to admit that to anyone but Chase, the same way he wouldn’t have wanted Devon to know that this year had been his first real Thanksgiving. “I can stall Shay, but eventually, unless I think of something else …”
    The rest of that sentence, the very idea of sending Lucas back to Shay, was unthinkable.
    What kind of person could do something like that?
    What kind of alpha would I be if I refused and my pack got hurt as a result?
    “You do what you have to do,” Chase said in a way that told me he’d crossed lines and seen the point of no return firsthand himself. “You can’t save everyone, Bryn. You do what you can, when you can. You try. But sometimes, at the end of the day, you just have to take care of yourself.”
    I couldn’t help giving Chase an incredulous look. “Who said anything about taking care of myself?”
    I was worried about Maddy, about Lucas, about the precedent I might set if I stepped on the wrong side of certain political lines. I was worried about the pack, about being the kind of alpha that Callum was, and about not being that kind of alpha. The last thing on my mind was me.
    Chase reached up and brushed a stray hair out of my face, his thumb tracing a gentle line from my cheekbone to my jaw. “I know,” he said, “but you can’t blame a guy for trying.”
    The rest of his words flowed straight from his mind into mine. Your job is watching out for the pack, Bryn. Let my job be watching out for you.
    He held up his palm, waiting for me to accept his offer. After a long moment, I mimicked the motion, pressing my hand against his. A jolt of energy ran up the length of my arm.
    “If you want to watch out for me,” I said, as single-minded as a dog with a bone, “then help me find a way out of this that doesn’t involve sending Lucas back to Shay.”
    Chase didn’t reply. He stared at me for several seconds, and then he gave in to the wolf inside. He leaned forward, rubbed his cheek against my neck—and turned to walk away.
    “Where are you going?” I called after him, wanting to hear the answer from his lips, even though I could have pulled it from his mind.
    Chase turned, his features caught in the light of the moon. He didn’t say anything, but suddenly, I knew.
    Chase, who rarely spoke to the people in our own pack, was going to talk to Lucas.
    To try to come up with a plan, find a way out of this.
    For me.

    Just before I went to bed that night, I got an email from Shay. He hadn’t CC’ed the other alphas this time, and reading over his message, I could hear the condescension dripping from his honeyed words. Underneath the condescension, I could sense something a thousand times worse.
    Satisfaction.
    Shay didn’t demand that I return Lucas immediately. He didn’t contradict my claim that I had the right to deal with a trespasser as I saw fit. Instead, he said, very politely, that he would be more than happy to retrieve Lucas as soon as I’d handled the situation to Cedar Ridge’s satisfaction, and then he signed off with a final line.
    I feel it only fair to warn you—I’m not the only one with a vested interest in his whereabouts, and the others might not be quite so understanding.
    Others? I thought, my heart dropping to my stomach. What others?

CHAPTER SEVEN
    THAT NIGHT, I DIDN’T SLEEP. I READ SHAY’S EMAIL A half dozen times, paced the full length of my room, and read it a half dozen more. No matter how many ways I looked at it, I could only think of two possible interpretations.
    Either Shay was lying to me, or Lucas was.
    If Shay was lying, he was probably doing it just to get under my skin. Psychological warfare was the closest he could come to an assault, and if his objective had been to keep me up at night,