Free Taken by Storm: A Raised by Wolves Novel by Jennifer Lynn Barnes Page B

territory in a matter of days.
    “I’ll take Chase,” I said, before Devon could object. “And Lake. You know they won’t let anything happen to me, Dev, and if the other alphas end up passing through, Lake wouldn’t want to be here anyway.”
    I wasn’t going to say more than that—not to Dev, who knew Lake well enough to know that all the Senate Laws in the world didn’t make her feel as safe as a loaded weapon did.
    The last thing we needed was her shooting a foreign alpha.
    “I should be there,” Dev said, matching his mother’s quiet intensity word for word. “With you. With Maddy. I should be there.”
    Hearing the way he said her name made me want to take him with me so badly that I could have screamed. Before Lucas, Maddy had been one of us. Not just one of the pack, but one of us. We’d been her family, her friends—
    “The Cedar Ridge alpha would like to know if the Stone River alpha remembers that she applied no sanctions when he trespassed on her territory?” I felt like another person as those words slipped out of my mouth, like political Bryn was Dr. Jekyll—or possibly Mr. Hyde.
    “I remember, Bryn.”
    Callum was resisting dealing with me on official terms, and I wasn’t sure why. “If the Cedar Ridge alpha were to request sanctuary …”
    Callum put two fingers under my chin. He looked into my eyes, and I looked into his, unable to finish the sentence.
    “I would give you sanctuary,” he said. “I would take care of them as if they were my own. You know that.”
    I did. And if I could send the kids in my pack with Callum, back to Stone River, just for a little while, then Devon could come with me.
    “But that cannot happen, Bryn-girl. Not with the other alphas coming through.”
    I took a step back, away from Callum’s touch against my face.
    “There’s a reason you send Chase to run the perimeter of your territory, Bryn.”
    To check on the peripherals? Or because he would never be fully comfortable here? I wondered what Callum was getting at.
    “Territory is only territory when it’s occupied. Senate Law prevents trespassing, but if your pack abandons Cedar Ridge land, it won’t be Cedar Ridge land anymore.”
    I thought of Chase running the border of our territory, of the peripherals spread out across the state, and then I thought of the way the pack gathered at the full moon, Shifting and run ning, overflowing with energy, at one with the woods and with each other.
    The Wayfarer was ours . The land between Snake Bend and Stone River was ours . It smelled like us. It felt like home. But if the majority of the pack left, even for a little while, that could change.
    Someone else could move in and take what was supposed to be ours, and we had less land than any other pack as it was.
    So much for sending my pack with Callum and taking Devon with me.
    Click.
    The sound of bullets being chambered alerted me to the fact that we had an incoming visitor.
    “You need to go.” Caroline’s eyes were locked on Sora’s. How she’d gotten her body between Devon’s mother’s and mine without anyone hearing her approach, I did not know, but she had a gun in one hand and a crossbow in the other.
    The gun was trained on Sora’s temple, the crossbow on Callum’s thigh.
    “Caroline,” I said, my voice dangerously pleasant. “Do you mind?”
    “No,” Caroline said, releasing the safety. “I don’t.”
    “Caro, darling, as much of a Kodak moment as this absolutely is, pointing weapons at werewolves isn’t something one does at close range.” Devon was trying to be flippant, but neither one of us knew for sure how Callum or Sora would respond to the threat.
    Neither one of us knew whether or not Caroline would pull the trigger.
    “I take it you’re Ali’s sister?” Callum’s look was measuring— but just cautious enough that I got the distinct impression even he couldn’t be sure that Caroline wouldn’t shoot.
    “I don’t know what you did to Ali,” Caroline said, her