A Pack of Storms and Stars (The Boulder Wolves Book 4) by Olivia Wildenstein

Author:Olivia Wildenstein [Wildenstein, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 33

Most of the pack was already present by the time Niall and I arrived. I walked up to the table my family had colonized, Lucas, Storm, and Lori in their midst. Liam was standing in the middle of the room, conducting quiet conversations with a few animated shifters. Grant’s father and sister were among the disgruntled huddle.

They kept casting dirty glares toward Lori, who sat half-hidden between Nate and Lucas, while I headed toward my father.

“How’s the head, Pinecone?” He bobbed his leg, making Storm jiggle as though he were horseback riding.

“All better, Daddy.”

“You’re not saying that because you want to spare me, right?”

“No. I swear.”

As though he’d heard my father’s concern, Darren walked over to us with his wife, and parted my clean hair to take a look at my stitches. “Stitches held, and you’re no longer bleeding. How’s the temple?”

“Much better too.” I smiled to reassure him.

As he exchanged words with my father about what wine to pair with roasted lamb, and his wife fussed over Storm, a familiar voice asked, “What happened to your head?”

I turned in my chair, found Grant staring at the back of it. “Nothing. I just fell.”

“You got stitches, Nikki, so it’s not nothing.”

For all his faults, Grant had never been pitiless. Even cowards could be considerate. “I swear, I’m fine.”

As I checked the room to see if everyone had arrived, I found Liam’s eyes grinding a hole in the back of Grant’s skull.

Everyone, please settle down so we may begin. Liam’s terse voice boomed, dimming all ambient noise.

Chairs scraped the slate flooring. The younger shifters flopped cross-legged onto the floor. Others leaned against the wall or the bar or against each other. The last time I’d been at Pondside with the entire pack was when we were still Creeks. How fast and avidly we’d adopted our new heritage. Then again, most of us had never liked being Creeks.

I’d been born an Aspen, and then, six years ago, Cassandra Morgan had walked onto the compound with her puny pack and challenged our Alpha. The fight lasted mere seconds, yet I remembered the gory battle in vivid detail. Remembered the ensuing battles, because many Aspens had challenged her. All had lost their lives. Grant’s father had longed for a brawl, but his grandmother, a mighty frightening female, had put her paw down.

I had no doubt that, had Grant’s dad been a decade younger, he would’ve challenged Liam. He’d apparently tried to get his kids to do it, but neither possessed David Hollis’s political aspirations. Camilla was too much of an introvert, and Grant too irresponsible. I mean, the guy couldn’t deal with me and my busted knee; how in the world would he have dealt with a pack and all of its issues?

“I’ve been accused of deception by many of you.” Liam prowled the narrow space that remained between the throng of bodies. “My intentions were never to mislead you but to mislead the perpetrator to buy myself time to corner them. Although

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