She felt freer to share with Carol. Maybe that was because she was a new wolf, not one who had a lot of preconceived notions about wolf packs and was intent on climbing to the top of the heap, while avoiding being the outcast of the pack like Elizabeth was.
“I’m sorry to hear that she’s dead.” Carol sounded like she truly meant it.
Elizabeth wondered about Carol’s own past, but she didn’t want to appear too nosy by bringing it up. Carol turned a little and applied light pressure to the ice pack on Elizabeth’s back.
Elizabeth shivered as the chill of the ice pack seeped into her muscles. “I know someone from my father’s pack did it. My father was murdered two days later, and well, let’s just say I managed to escape the same fate.”
“They killed your father? And then they tried to kill you?” Carol’s voice reflected her disbelief.
“Sefton, my half brother, felt my mother had taken the place of his own. My father was devoted to my mother. Even though my father was good to Sefton, he must have felt left out. Here comes a new baby girl—me. My father adored me. So Sefton felt even angrier. He resented me, but he couldn’t do anything about it until he was older. The stigma of the coyote mix was also an issue.”
Carol shook her head. “I’m sure that must have been horrible for you. I’m sorry. I don’t have anything quite like that to compare, but…” She took a deep breath. “I was turned against my will.”
Elizabeth was so surprised that it took her a minute to respond. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” She couldn’t say it was horrible, because being one of their kind wasn’t, in Elizabeth’s opinion, but being turned against one’s will… A sickening knot formed in the pit of her stomach. Had it been someone in Darien’s pack? Had Darien or another champion in the pack killed the one who did it? She was afraid to ask.
“I… foresaw it would happen. It still came as a great shock. I know you were born a shifter, but can you imagine being turned and not having a clue what you can and can’t do any longer?” Carol asked, sitting on the bed so she could speak to Elizabeth while the ice pack on Elizabeth’s back chilled her all over.
Elizabeth wanted to remove it, but she knew that it could help. She let out her breath, afraid to mention her own mistake but wanting to comfort Carol. “I turned a guy once.”
“By accident?” Carol asked, sounding surprised, maybe hopeful that Elizabeth couldn’t have done that to anyone on purpose.
“No. We were dating. I… couldn’t court wolves or coyotes. I wasn’t welcome. So I dated humans. Anyway, this guy and I really hit it off. He loved to camp and I loved the woods, so we sort of suited each other. I was his first girlfriend who didn’t mind the grunge of primitive camping. I was swimming in a lake when I heard him screaming. A mountain lion had attacked him. The only way for him to live…” Elizabeth took a deep breath.
“What happened to him?”
“He…” Elizabeth let her breath out in exasperation. “You know we mate for life, right?”
“Sure. It’s a genetic anomaly. That’s something I love about being a wolf. I don’t have to worry about Ryan straying.”
“Right. Well, even with that, I couldn’t keep him.”
Carol’s blue eyes were round. “You’re mated?”
Elizabeth heard the shock in Carol’s voice. If Elizabeth was mated, so what? Unless…
She discounted that notion. No way was anything more going to develop between her and Tom.
“We were mated. Not for long. He got himself killed over wanting someone else. Maybe changing him didn’t turn off the part of the human brain that wants someone new and different after a while. He made a deadly mistake. Once the she-wolf he became interested in realized that he was part coyote, newly turned, and mated to the wolf-coyote who had changed him, she told her brother. Her brother killed the two-timer.”
“Wow. He had no family to speak of?”
“None that was close to him. No great loss to anyone much.”
“You were upset about it, though.” Carol removed the ice pack.
“At first, sure. I saved his life, and I truly had cared for him. He loved being a wolf. He just didn’t realize he was part coyote. I thought it was the perfect scenario. He was happy with what he was because he didn’t know any differently. But then he caught sight of the red she-wolf and decided to dump me for her.
“When he learned I was part coyote and had made him that way—which is why the she-wolf shunned him, ignoring the fact she wouldn’t have wanted him because he also was mated—he wanted to kill me. Thankfully, her brother got to him first. I left the area after that.”
Carol was quiet for a long time. “You don’t think what has happened to you up here has anything to do with your family, do you? Or maybe this woman’s brother?”
“I… don’t believe so. The wolf who was interested in my former mate is probably mated by now,” Elizabeth said, hedging on the question about her family.
She thought back to when she’d run away from her pack and settled in Oklahoma near her mother’s family. That hadn’t been all that far from where the red pack was. Texas wasn’t, either. As much as she hated to admit it, she had never been able to move very far away from her family—even as cruelly as they’d treated her. They were still family, the only blood relatives she had.
But what if Carol’s suspicions were right and her family was causing her trouble again? What if North had betrayed her? And told her uncle she was here? Or he might have unwittingly revealed her whereabouts or been forced to give Uncle Quinton the information.
“Where was your pack from?” Carol asked.
Elizabeth hesitated to say.
Carol chewed on her lower lip. “Not from around here, are they?”
“Southeastern part of the state.”
“About seven hours from here?”
“Yeah… so not all that close.” Elizabeth had a bad feeling about this. How would Carol know how far the pack was from here?
Carol looked disconcerted, her forehead wrinkled, and she chewed on her lower lip again. “You’re part of Bruin’s old pack?”
Heart pounding, Elizabeth gaped at Carol for a second, and then she clamped her lips closed. Carol knew them. Elizabeth hadn’t thought anyone from the gray wolf pack would know them. Then again, both Lelandi and Carol were red wolves. Dr. Weber was, too, Elizabeth remembered.