United (The Ushers) by Vanessa North

Author:Vanessa North [North, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-12-20T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

TED MET THE WOLVES from Amazon at the entrance to the Murphy estate. He reached out and enfolded his youngest brother in a hug.

“Fionn, thank Goddess you guys are okay. Blake and some of his team are going out to West Virginia to investigate.” Ted’s face looked wan, exhausted. Clearly, Mid-A was locked in a struggle that weighed heavily on its Alpha.

“Ted, they shot her with silver.” Monica stood beside her mate, wrapping an arm loosely around his waist. “They knew I was a wolf.” She shuddered.

“So either it was other wolves, or we’ve been exposed.” Grimly, Ted scrubbed his hands over his eyes. “Who the fuck discharges a weapon in a National Park, that’s what I want to know?” He scowled. “We’ve had some suspicious activity going on, Blake’s team is working ’round the clock trying to get to the bottom of it.”

“Well, we’re not going to figure it out standing on the front lawn in the middle of the night.” Fionn put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay, Teddy.”

Fionn watched Monica’s face as they entered his family home. He’d grown up here, knew every creaking floor board and exactly how the light would spill in the windows in the morning. Monica’s face glowed with appreciation as she looked around the kitchen, which was obviously well-used, and followed him up the stairs. Graham and Ellen came behind them, Graham carrying Annie in his arms. Wordlessly, Fionn pointed to the guest rooms, and their wolves disappeared inside one. Taking Monica’s hand, he led her into the room where he had slept for most of his life, until he came to her five months before. Her eyes widened as she took in the big four poster bed that dominated the room. Hanging above the bed was a huge photograph of entwined lovers. Looking closer, she realized it was a print of the famous Annie Leibovitz portrait of John Lennon and Yoko Ono, taken mere hours before Lennon’s death. A stereo sat in one corner, an overflowing bookshelf in another.

“Huh,” she said softly.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s not what I expected.” She shrugged.

“What did you expect?” He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close, nibbling at her ear.

“More color,” she confessed. “You’re a colorful guy. And it’s so sad, isn’t it?” She gestured to the photograph.

“Mmm. It’s beautiful. Their love for each other, the passion in the photograph. They didn’t know it was his last day on Earth, but they loved as though they did.” He tugged her earlobe into his mouth, and she shuddered, a frisson of heat running down her spine.

“Fionn,” she whispered. “I need you.”

“I know.” He looked in her eyes, and something in them changed. “Do you trust me to give you what you need?” His voice was smoky-low.

She nodded.

“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed.”

Monica shivered, then started pulling off her clothing. As she lay on the bed, she wondered what he would do. She heard a drawer opening in the bedside table, then felt his hand caress the back of her head.

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