Shirley’s upper lip curled. “You know nothing.”

“I know that I won’t allow you to use Riley as a scapegoat,” he said. “Deal with your issues and stop trying to make them hers.”

“I know my boy,” said Shirley, voice unsteady. “I know that what he did that night was something my boy would never have done unless someone manipulated him somehow. He was depressed—”

“So you’re finally acknowledging that,” said Riley. “Shame you didn’t do it when Lucy and I went to you for help. Look, I’m sorry that you lost your son—”

“I don’t need your pity,” Shirley spat.

Riley sighed. “Nothing I say right now could make any difference to you. You’re determined to hate and blame me.”

“You’re an easy person to hate, just like someone else I could mention.”

Like that, Riley lost every last bit of sympathy she’d had for the woman. “Don’t go there, Shirley. You get a free pass just this once. But do not confront me or speak of my mother again.” Riley turned their back on them, communicating her lack of fear, and walked with Tao to the rental car. After hopping in, she clicked on her seat belt and watched as the two females walked sharply out of the lot and into the trees.

“You okay?” Tao asked Riley.

“I just wanted to have some time with my uncles, that’s all. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“No, it shouldn’t.” He slid a hand under her hair to massage her nape. “What was that comment about your mother?”

“Shirley hated her. No, ‘hate’ isn’t a strong enough word. It was a bone-deep loathing. No one seems to know why. I figure something must have happened between Shirley and my mother at some point, but I’ve no idea what it could be.”

Tao gave her nape a comforting squeeze. “Come on, it’s late, let’s get to the cabin.” He followed the directions she gave him, driving up rocky trails and going deep into Exodus territory. When they finally arrived at the cabin, they found their duffels waiting on the porch swing. The small log cabin was framed by crooked trees and thickets. Beneath the sounds of crickets and leaves rustling, he could hear the soothing burble of a brook somewhere in the near distance.

“Has a certain charm to it, doesn’t it?” said Riley.

“It does,” he agreed. “Especially with the view.” The backdrop for the cabin was the Red Rock Country.

He followed her up a small set of stairs onto the wraparound porch, crushing the dead leaves that littered it. Riley grabbed their duffels from the swing before he could, making him frown. She just flashed him an impish smile and led him inside.

He was instantly hit by the smell of wood, furniture polish, laundered sheets, and citrus potpourri. His wolf found the citrus slightly calming. Tao scanned the den, taking in the wall-mounted TV, bookshelves, and stone fireplace complete with a pile of logs, shovel, and poker.

The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as he walked farther into the den, looking at what were clearly antique furniture pieces—there were plenty on Phoenix territory, so he knew antiques when he saw them. They should have looked out of place in a guest cabin. Instead they added to its charm, just like the handcrafted cushions with their tribal markings.

“One of my chores was to keep the guest cabins clean,” said Riley, sliding her hand over the back of a leather sofa that had a throw blanket folded over the arm.

“Not often you see antiques in a guest cabin,” said Tao, holding an antique bronze candlestick, surprised by the weight of it. Putting it back on the cabinet, he turned to see Riley carrying some kind of black, winged ornament out of the den. “What’s that?”

Riley opened the front door, dumped it on the porch, dusted off her hands, and shut the door. “A sculpture of a fruit bat.” And probably a joke. Lucy was such a bitch.

Smiling, Tao followed Riley into the kitchen. “Oh yeah, you mentioned on the plane that you don’t like bats. You weren’t kidding, huh?”

“Not kidding at all.” They were ghastly-looking creatures, in Riley’s opinion. Opening the refrigerator, she said, “Someone—probably Lucy—has stocked the fridge for us.” There were several cans of Mountain Dew, to her delight, and coffee. The hinges creaked as she opened a cupboard and retrieved two mugs before filling and switching on the coffee machine. “Well, what do you think of the flock?”

Tao leaned against the doorjamb. “I think your uncles couldn’t love you more if they tried. I think the majority of the ravens here are genuinely pleased to see you. I think Cynthia, however, would happily rip out your kidneys and slap me around with them, and that Shirley would applaud her the entire time. The parents of those who died in the shooting no longer place any blame on you, and they regret that they ever did.”

She tilted her head. “Very observant, aren’t you? My raven’s impressed.”

“Yeah? What about you?”

“Maybe I’m just as impressed. Maybe.”

Smiling, he said, “Wait here. I’ll be back.”

Her brow creased. “Where are you going?”

“My wolf’s going crazy knowing his territory isn’t marked, so I’m going to fix it.” Stalking through the kitchen, he slipped out of the patio doors and onto the rear deck. His wolf pushed against his skin, wanting to be free to explore. First Tao had a call to make. He dug out his cell phone and called Trey.

The Alpha quickly answered. “How did it go?”

“The party went smoothly and she was welcomed just fine by the flock,” said Tao. “Wade’s mother, however, confronted her after the party along with Riley’s archenemy—who also happens to be dating Riley’s ex. Both females want her gone.”

“What about the ex himself?”

“He seems to mistakenly still believe he has rights to her.” It grated on his wolf’s possessiveness to no end.

“How is Riley doing?”

“Okay. The confrontation with the females annoyed her, but she’s tough.”

“She is,” Trey agreed. “Keep me updated on everything.”

“Will do.” Tao slipped his phone back into his jeans pocket, shed his clothes, and shifted.

The wolf stretched, scratching at the floorboards and marking them. It was a warning to any who approached. He padded around the surrounding land, clawing at trees and rocks and leaving his scent to mark his temporary territory.




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