Meaning the recent attack. I kept my face neutral.
“Joshua’s correct,” Sam agreed. Grey nodded. They all looked relieved.
“What does that mean for me?” I asked, pushing.
Joshua sighed regretfully. “It means we too are asking for your patience. We need to ensure we are doing what is best for the pack.”
Playing my role, I scowled. “Fine. But my patience is limited. I can already feel another dream gathering. I’ll give you an hour to decide, or I’m going to jump on the next unMated I see and start biting.”
Standing quickly, I fled out the door as if angry and almost ran into Luke. Thankfully, I’d been wearing my I’m-annoyed-and-leaving face and not my ha-ha-you-fool face. He caught my arms so I wouldn’t bump into him and pulled back, his eyes searching my face. The hall was empty except for us.
“I thought you were waiting in the room,” I said.
“I didn’t actually think you’d come back,” he commented letting go of my arms.
“I told you I would.” How could a man be so annoying yet so endearing?
A corner of his mouth tilted up in a half-smile, and he threaded his fingers through mine. We walked back to the apartment in silence. Though my mouth was quiet, my mind was not. He didn’t just hold my hand, he held my heart. I really started to doubt my wisdom. What a joke. Me. Wisdom.
He opened the apartment door for me. I eased onto the couch and closed my eyes.
The cushions next to me dipped as he sat beside me. His arm curved around my shoulders, and he pulled me to his side. “You look tired.”
“I’m always tired.” Hopefully not much longer though.
Pressed into his warm side, I relaxed and the dreams swirled. Thankfully, less than a minute later, someone knocked on the door.
Luke eased me from his side to answer it. Sam stood in the entry. “Luke, we would like to speak with you.” His voice held regret. Luke glanced at me, seeking my permission to leave my side.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured him.
He walked out with Sam, and I waited for the main player, lightly touching the knife still strapped to my leg. As I anticipated, another knock sounded on the door.
“Come in,” I called.
Joshua opened the door with a smile. “Bethi, hello.” He closed the door. “We are breaking the news to Luke now. Actually, we are isolating him to give others a fair chance. We called a few candidates to the woods just outside the Compound if you would come with me.”
“Perfect,” I agreed, not bothering to contain my happiness. Joshua watched me closely as I stood. The stitches pulled when I tried to straighten so a cringe wasn’t hard to fake. “I’m not sure I’ll make it that far.”
He frowned slightly, considering me before stepping close. “If you’ll allow me, I’ll carry you.”
“Thank you.”
He bent down, placed an arm behind my knees and my back, and with a quick move, he lifted me into his arms. I settled high with my arm around his shoulders.
“Joshua, I should warn you. There’s another dream coming on and I’m not sure how long I’ll...” I lightly sighed and dropped my head on his shoulder. I should have been in theatre. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to stay awake.”
There was no dream, at least, not one that I couldn’t resist. The light scent of his shaving cream filled my nose. Underneath that, I could smell the real Joshua. Woods, sky, and mud. It held no appeal to me whatsoever.
“Don’t worry,” he assured me, turning toward the door.
I nodded my head, the movement bringing me closer to his neck. All my attempts with Luke had taught me something. Don’t dart in until you were sure he couldn’t get a hand up fast enough. Joshua didn’t see it coming. I ducked in and bit him hard before we made it to the door.
He gasped, a mix of pleasure and fear. I wiped my mouth on his suit jacket. Ew. His taste was worse than his smell.
The arm supporting my legs slackened, and I loosened my arms around his neck, fearing for my stitches. The blade I had strapped to my leg was trapped between us. His eyes met mine as my legs slowly slid to the floor. The arm at my back kept me pinned as he searched my face. Panic flared within me, but it was not my own. I waited patiently for him to sort through what I had just done.
“What did you do?” he finally managed. Apparently he couldn’t sort through it on his own.
“I caused you a mess of trouble,” I admitted, keeping control of my emotions. I suppressed my smug joy and my own concern, giving him no indication through our link what I might be thinking. “We both know whoever you had waiting wasn’t right for me. Luke would have been right if he’d been willing. I need someone strong enough to protect me. To keep me safe during the storm that’s coming this way.”
His gaze dipped to my mouth. His hands brushed up and down my arms. The shock of my unexpected Claim was wearing off. The calculated look crept back into his eyes. Desire flared through our link. Dangerous territory. This was the part of the plan that had caused me the most concern. I knew I’d be safe from the other Urbat now, but how did I keep myself safe from him? I’d hoped Nana wouldn’t let him out of her sight.
The door burst open, and Luke strode in. Fire lit his eyes as he took in Joshua’s hold on my arms. Nana, Sam, and Grey walked in behind him.
“Joshua?” Sam questioned as he took in the scene.
“I Claimed him,” I said softly. The Elders needed to know. All part of the plan. But watching Luke and the pain flared in his eyes hurt. I couldn’t keep the remorse from welling up within me. Joshua growled in response, and dropped his hands so he could stand in front of me.
“As an Elder, you are not permitted to Claim,” Grey said with anger in his voice. “You broke your oath to hold the interest of the pack above your own interests.” Grey paused, his anger giving way to confusion. “How are you still alive?”
Joshua twitched as if in pain and his growl grew louder. The tenuous link he’d had to the werewolves had just been irrevocably severed. I held myself still. He was alive because he wasn’t one of them, and wasn’t bound by their rules. I’d anticipated his reaction going one of two ways. Joshua could go crazy realizing his cover was blown and try to attack the rest, or he could realize the precariousness of his dilemma.
“As you are well aware, we are not able to Claim any of these girls. She Claimed me.” A low growl remained in his voice, but I felt a surge of relief that he chose to talk, not attack. “I will hold that Claim.”
All eyes in the room swung to me. Luke’s pain showed through his eyes.
I gave a quick nod, answering the unspoken question. I would hold my Claim to Joshua as long as he didn’t try for more or try to hurt Luke. Not yet ready to get into the whole “why” of it, I eased my hand to the blade at my side. Not drawing it, but ready to as I eyed Joshua’s back.
“Joshua, does this mean you are no longer able to communicate with the pack?” I asked innocently.
He turned to look at me over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing on me fractionally.
“He shouldn’t even be alive,” Grey restated.
“Yes, yes,” I said waving away his concern and keeping my eyes on Joshua. I still saw Grey’s surprised reaction and Luke’s transformation. He went from wounded ex to suspicious friend. It gave me hope for us.
Joshua’s frown grew. He took a slow deep breath. His suspicion flooded me. “I feel...something from you. Not happiness exactly. You’re trying to keep your emotions from me. Why?”
I answered with a small smile. “Have you told your leader what happened? You know he won’t let you keep me.”
Joshua’s eyes flared wide, and he growled. I couldn’t quite tell if the growl was at me or at the thought of losing me. I’d counted on his possessive nature and really hoped it was the latter.