The small fortune I spent on Linus’s engagement ring had left me with heart palpitations. What he must have spent on this gave me the vapors. Fae didn’t work cheap, and this flawless illusion was as tangible as the real thing. It must have cost what I spent on him, if not more. As much as I wanted to fuss at him, I couldn’t find the words to say anything except the complete truth.
“It’s perfect.” I toggled the switch and laughed with delight as the stone appeared and then disappeared from sight. “Absolutely perfect.”
The Grande Dame was wrapping up her speech, and so we joined hands and faced the crowd.
“I present to you,” she said in closing, “for the first time, Dame Grier Woolworth, and her husband, Linus Andreas Woolworth.”
Cheers erupted from the guests as we began our walk down the stone path, and a flurry of petals rained down on us from the rose petal poppers Neely had bought online.
As Linus and I led the bridal party to the area designated for our last round of photos, our guests headed into the reception to wait on us. And yes, Lethe had stationed armed guards to protect the food until she could shuck her MOH responsibilities and dig in. Sentinels no less, since she didn’t trust her own people not to snack.
No sooner had we assumed our poses than a shout rang out from the woods beside Woolly.
Others were still whooping and whistling, so I didn’t think much of it until all the color drained from Lethe’s face. Ditching the group, she ran toward the cry and intercepted a gwyllgi I recognized from his patrols around the property. She helped him limp over to us, a grim set to her mouth, and eased the man onto the grass.
Hiking up my dress, I ran over to her. “What happened?”
Red swirled through her eyes, the change a whisper away. “We’re under attack.”
Adrenaline flushed my veins, and I scanned the gathering for signs of danger. I found none. “Volkov?”
“It’s…a coup,” the injured gwyllgi panted. “A rival pack…”
“Lethe?” I tossed the bouquet over my shoulder, not caring who caught it. “What do we do?”
“You stay put.” She bent down and ripped a good three feet off her gown’s hem. “I’m going to kick ass.”
Fourteen
When Lethe tossed her head back, a wordless fury boiling out of her, my short hairs stood on end and brought the pack members in attendance running. Crimson spilled into Hood’s eyes, his inner predator revealed, and when his alpha charged up the hill leading to their den, he followed one step behind her, observing protocol to the letter. The rest of their people weren’t far behind.
Tisdale stood her ground, her hand resting on Eva’s shoulder, and so did the members of her pack. I could tell it cost her to let Lethe face battle alone, but Lethe’s pack was too young for its alpha to be seen running to her mommy for help. She would never earn respect if she didn’t handle challengers on her own. That didn’t change a mother’s instincts to protect her child at all costs.
The weight of the look she gave me bowed my shoulders, the wordless plea in her eyes unmistakable.
Exchanging an apologetic glance with Linus, I followed Lethe’s example and sawed the bottom off my dress with the pocketknife I was never without before giving pursuit.
A gasp rang out, and I whirled in time to watch Cruz catch Neely as he fainted from the fabric carnage.
“What are you doing?” Lethe called over her shoulder. “You’re supposed to be at your reception.”
“Are you insane?” I didn’t have to glance back to sense Linus, sans jacket, running behind me. Cletus stuck close to him, and the bond we three shared fed me the details. “I’m not leaving you alone to defend your home.”
A half wail, half howl spilled out of her. “All that meat—”
“The carving station can wait.”
The cool touch of Cletus’s fingers on my cheek warned me we had company coming. Friendlies.
“How can I help?” Boaz asked when he reached us, and Clem wasn’t far behind. “What can we do?”
“Nothing.” I hated to say it, but it was true. “I’m pack, and Linus just married in. No one else can interfere, or Lethe will lose her title by default. An alpha who can’t hold her own won’t be an alpha for long.”
“Goddessdamn it.” He fell back. “We’ll keep the guests corralled in case this was a distraction.”
With Boaz herding the stragglers back to the reception for their own safety, I threw myself into reaching Lethe. As I ran, I drew an impervious sigil on Linus and then on me. The air around us hardened into a protective bubble that would deflect magical and nonmagical attacks.
We had dull teeth and no claws, so we were allowed our magical defenses. Lethe, Hood, and the others would have to depend on what their god gave them or risk breaking pack law. And yeah, it said something that the gwyllgi ruling body in Georgia had convened to discuss what was and wasn’t allowed all because of me…and Eva.
The lawn leading up to their house was crowded with snarling gwyllgi. Some had shifted, others hadn’t gotten the chance. All were fighting as if their lives depended on the outcome, and of course it did when you were gwyllgi.
That wasn’t right. None of it. This whole scene was wrong.
Where was Volkov hiding? Where were his clansmen? Where were their humans?
Midnight billowed out from Linus, his tattered wraith’s cloak manifesting as his scythe appeared in his hand. He waded in, and blood began spilling in earnest. Certain he would be safe as long as he wore his sigil, I turned my attention to the combatants nearest me and reclaimed the pocketknife concealed between my breasts. Neely would have a heart attack if he saw me brandishing a weapon in this dress, but he was probably on oxygen after watching me cut myself free of the train.
A long slice across my palm pooled crimson in my hand, and I used it to draw sigils on the solidified air in front of me. Four, five, six. I paused to slam my palms against them, and waves of power rolled across the field, striking the enemy gwyllgi and sending them to their knees.
“Grier Woolworth, it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Hot blood spilled through my fingers as I spun to face a burly gwyllgi with his hair twisted in intricate braids.
“Where is Volkov?” I scanned the gathering. “Don’t tell me your date stood you up at the last minute.”
“None of this would have been possible without you.” Rather than answer, he executed a mocking bow. “You are the gift that keeps on giving, do you know that? First you woo the heir of the Atlanta pack to Savannah, and then your friendship with Midas forces him to step into his absent sister’s role.”
I flinched away from the truth, and he saw me recoil, relished it.
“Midas is not the beta Lethe was, and his presence at the top of the hierarchy is poisoning Tisdale’s pack from the inside out. Atlanta would have been difficult to overtake. Not impossible, not with enough patience, but I didn’t have to wait long until you gave me the best present yet. You set Lethe up in this fine house, on these lush grounds, and with a warm welcome from the denizens of your city.”
Forcing my expression into a mask, I informed him, “You won’t find the welcome quite as warm for you.”