Free Werewolf Nights (The Pack Trilogy Book 2) by Chanel Smith

home.”
    “Can you get her to meet you somewhere?” Raya wondered. What a help that would be.
    “Depends on where she is. If she’s still in Europe, probably not. Bastards don’t give her enough money to live, much less fly here.”
    “Do what you can. I need to look into how the evacuation is going.” He gave her a long, lingering kiss, then reluctantly stood and trotted up the stairs to his own office.
    Out of fourteen packs, twelve had already been to Harry’s and were en route to Inconnu. One was making their way to Harry’s still, and one had refused to budge.
    Their neighbors in Mississippi, no less. Raya sighed. Now why would an Alpha refuse to seek refuge with his pack? Especially on Inconnu, known to be one of the most beautiful spots on earth. Impregnable safety barriers, and the fact that very few ever got to see it (again for safety reasons). And now packs had a once-in-a-lifetime chance of viewing, even staying, on the island and this Alpha refused?
    It was almost enough to make a wolf suspicious.
     
    ***
     
    Petra shot off a quick email to Elinor. It was safer than calling or texting her. She simply asked where the girl was.

To her surprise, there was an almost instant response.
    “I’m right here in the good old U.S. of Assholes,” Elinor wrote. “What’s up?”
    “Raya! I got her. She’s right here in the States. What do you want me to ask her?” Petra asked from her large desk in their office.
    “I need to know how many Rats are in the States now and why! What’s this war about after all these years? Just ask her that.”
    Petra typed the email up as fast as she could and hit SEND. This time there was no immediate response, to her frustration. She went on and responded to dozens of her own emails; pack business she’d ignored for far too long. But then the phone rang. The caller ID simply read, ‘Unknown Source’. Curious, Petra took the call.
    “It’s my ass if I get caught, we have to do this fast,” Elinor said. “I don’t know how many Rats are here. No idea. Something has changed on my end, Petra. I have Shelley to look after now. My ten year old daughter. It’s not me I’m worried about so much as her. I’ve seen what they do to traitors.” Her voice was shaking.
    “We won’t let anything happen to either one of you,” Petra assured her. “We’ll get you both out, first. Now what can you do to help with this insanity?”
    “Pssst,” Raya hissed at her. “I don’t know this Elinor and sure don’t trust her. Don’t go making promises!”
    “I can’t blame him,” Elinor said to Petra’s horror. Evidently, she’d heard what Raya had said. Petra was mortified. “If you swear you’ll take care of Shelley, I have information right now.”
    “We’ll take care of your child no matter what,” Raya said. “Don’t worry.”
    The phone went silent for a moment.
    “Mickey’s got plans for another Alpha,” she finally said.
    Petra’s eyes went wide.
    “Who and when?” Raya snapped out.
    “Some Chinese-named guy in Kentucky. Chin or something and I’m sorry, but it’s tomorrow night.”
    Raya leaped for his desk. “Christos. Chen!”
    “Thanks, El. Chen and Raya have been close for centuries. You may have just saved one of Raya’s best friends.”
    She hung up the line just as Raya started putting out calls. The first was a conference call with Chen and Itchiko.
    “We need to visit you tonight, Chen. Seems you’re next on the Rat hit-list.” There was a brief explosion of anger from the other Alpha. “Enough! I know damn well you won’t evacuate and leave your damn booze, so we’re coming. Itchiko, round up ten of our best, book them to move out of here tonight and arrangements for a hotel in Lexington.”
    “Right,” Itchiko said and hung up.
    “How’d you know about our bourbon?” Chen asked. “Nobody knows we make it here. I’m Chinese for crying out loud. Who’s going to buy expensive Kentucky bourbon made by a Chinese