Play Of Passion Part 25

"No." Riaz's deep voice. "I see sky and tree branches same as you."

"I think I spotted a squirrel," Elias put in.

This time, they all turned to look at Drew.

If a wolf could be said to look exasperated, he did.

About to ask him to shift and explain himself, she saw his head snap toward the sky, his gaze following something.

A goshawk, its wings spread in a wash of blue-gray and white as it swept down to grab its hapless prey in powerful claws before rising.

Into the sky.

"Up," Indigo breathed. "We're creatures of the earth-we rarely look up."

Drew gave a short bark to indicate she'd got it. Going to her knees beside this wolf who was able to see the world through so many different lenses, she clenched her fingers in the fur at the ruff of his neck. "I'll get the techs to scanning, but I need you to find me some cats." The leopards were much more arboreal than SnowDancers, could search in a way the wolves couldn't. "You know who'll be good at this."

He hesitated, glancing at Riaz.

She rubbed her cheek against his fur, conscious the mating dance had to be playing havoc with his instincts. "I'll be waiting for you."

Though it was clear the wolf was in no way pleased, he went. Rising to her feet, she glanced at a silent Riaz. He shook his head. "d.a.m.n, but his control must be good."

Seeing the large silver wolf disappear from sight, she realized Riaz was absolutely right. At that same moment, she understood that Drew had followed her request for one reason only-because he'd promised her he'd never again do anything that would lead anyone to question her rank.

Comprehending as it did the compulsions of the mating dance, her wolf was staggered by the fact that he'd remembered his promise even now.

One more barrier fell.

Bringing in the cats turned out to be a wise decision. Drew had rounded up several of the nimble, curious, and energetic juveniles and young adults. Among them, Kit-who was as gorgeous in leopard form as he was in human.

However, it wasn't Sienna's maybe-boyfriend who found it, but a sleek little leopard named Grey. "Mercy's youngest brother," Indigo said to Riaz as Grey ran over and, having got their attention, led them back to a gnarled old tree.

It took him one lunge and two seconds to scale it.

Releasing her claws, Indigo followed a little more slowly. Once in the lee of the branches, she watched as Grey jumped up to a higher branch and pointed a paw to the one below. Balancing carefully, she walked over to the spot he'd indicated. For an instant, she saw nothing-and then she did. "s.h.i.t." The camouflage was brilliant, the piece of technology blending so well into the leaves that she was astounded Grey had spotted it.

Looking down, she saw Drew had followed her scent. "Bren," she said.

He left at once to track down his sister, who'd come up to help sweep the area. When Brenna saw the device, she hissed out a breath. "It's a camera," she said, removing the battery at once. "Short-range transmission capacity-more than enough if you had a receiver just beyond the edge of our territory."

Indigo's blood ran cold, but she had no time to worry about the devastating impact the surveillance could've had. Not right now. "Grey," she said, jumping onto the ground beside Mercy's brother, "can you explain to the others how you found it?"

He nodded, eyes a crystal clear blue-green amid the gold and black of his fur.

"Do it."

With the cats helping-more arriving as word spread-and the techs climbing through the trees as best they could, they found fifteen more cameras in the area by nightfall, along with one larger object that Brenna determined acted as a signal booster.

"No way to know how far they're spread out," Indigo reported to Hawke that night. "It's going to take a long time to sweep the entire compromised section-and while it remains a low-probability target, we should check the snowpack areas, too. I've already rejigged our schedules, but we're going to continue to need the cats' help."

White lines bracketed her alpha's mouth, but his words were calm. "I'll talk to Lucas." He met her gaze. "They were watching our sentries, learning our patterns."

That was Indigo's take as well. "Judd's intel was on the money. No one goes to this much trouble unless they're planning to launch a major offensive." Though, she'd been thinking . . . "If I were a Councilor who wanted to take SnowDancer, I'd go after you first." The pack had one weakness and perhaps, just perhaps, Henry Scott had figured it out.

Hawke's eyes were chips of ice by now. "Riley, you, or Cooper could step into the breach."

"Yes, but we'd be constantly challenged. It would take us months to fend off the challengers, and it'd leave the pack in disarray." No one challenged Hawke because he'd proven himself, been bathed in blood for the pack.

"Even if I am a target," he said, "this kind of planning goes beyond that."

"Yes. They undeniably want what we hold."

"They'll have to kill every last SnowDancer to get it."

Exhausted by the events of the day, Indigo should've gone to her room and crashed in readiness for the next day's exertions. But Drew was waiting for her when she turned the corner, his eyes solemn but his words light. "Ma.s.sage and a slice of white chocolate gateau with fresh cherries?"

Which was how she found herself naked in his bed not much later.

Head on his chest, she stroked him as they spoke. "I don't want the pack to go through what we did all those years ago," she murmured. "I can't forget the blood, the loss."

Drew ran his hand down her back. "I was younger, but I remember parts of it. My parents were lost in the first wave of trouble, only a couple of years earlier."

Hugging him tight, she took a moment to appreciate just how very good it felt to lie with him, to discuss their day. She couldn't imagine being this comfortable with anyone else. "Drew?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for getting the cats." For following her orders no matter the possessive drive that had to be pushing him close to insanity these days.

"That's okay." He rubbed the back of her neck. "I've decided to kill Riaz later, when you're not watching."

Sitting up, she looked into his eyes. "I want you to know something."

"So serious." He brushed strands of hair off her face. "Tell me."

"If I am ever talking out of my a.s.s, I fully expect you to call me on it."

"Don't worry about that, Lieutenant." He tapped her bottom. "I'll never let things slide." A more sober look. "But any arguing we do on pack issues won't be in front of others."

She knew that would be hard on him, predatory changeling male that he was. But the past weeks had shown her the staggering depth of his will. He'd bite his tongue until it bled, but he would never again diminish her in public-and would certainly never fail to back her up when she needed it, like Martin so often did with Adria.

And that, she decided with absolute finality, would be the last time she ever compared her man to her aunt's. Because Drew was a thousand times the man, the wolf, that Martin was. "I thought there was cake," she said, tracing his lip with her fingertip.

He nipped at her. "I would never lie to you about cake."

Nibbling at that pretty mouth, she said, "Yeah?"

He groaned. "In the cooler. But-"

Laughing, she pushed off him. "Let me replenish my energy first. You boy toys are exhausting."

"Toys?" he growled.

She winked at him as she jumped off the bed. "I, of course, am only interested in my own personal boy toy."

"That's better," he said, stealing a kiss as he got out, too, and walked-gloriously nude-to the cooler.

"Have you no shame?" She tried her best to sound scandalized, difficult when the only thing she wanted to do was lick him all over.

"Nope."

Not as ready to eat naked, she went to Drew's dresser to pull out a T-shirt. "Since somebody tore mine." Her glare had no effect on the gorgeous man who was currently chugging down milk straight from the carton.

Wiping his mouth, he put down the milk and crooked a finger. "Come 'ere."

"I don't know that I-" Hand on a T-shirt, she frowned. "What's this?"

Drew was suddenly beside her, trying to shut the drawer. "Don't worry about it. It's just-"

But she'd already pulled out the raggedy soft toy. It was a bear, probably once a plush brown but now sadly bedraggled, most of its fur gone, one eye missing, and the ears nibbled half-off. Definitely in rough shape, but not uncared for, she realized, noticing the neat st.i.tches that had mended the tears.

Aware Drew had gone silent beside her, she glanced up. And for the first time in her life, she saw a mask on Drew's face. It hit her like a punch to the gut.

CHAPTER 41.

"I'm sorry," she said, certain she'd hurt him in some terrible way. "I didn't mean to-"

Drew's hand slipped behind her neck to tug her to his chest. "Shh." The warmth had returned to his voice, the tone husky. "I just wasn't ready."

"It's okay." She stroked his back with her free hand, the bear between them. "We'll put it back until you are." It hurt her to know that he was hurting. Really hurt her.

Drew nuzzled at her neck. "No, I think Platypus is probably tired of being in that drawer."

She blinked. "You have a bear named Platypus?"

A grin as he took the bear from her and ran his hands affectionately over the chewed-off ears. "Hey, I was a kid. How was I supposed to know what a platypus was?" Walking to the bed, he sat down, tugging the sheet across just enough to cover the most distracting part of him. "Come, sit."

Pulling on the T-shirt, she went to sit beside him, her legs curled under her. Still uncertain what she'd inadvertently done, she put one hand on his shoulder, pressing her body a little against his. "He was yours?"

"When I was small."

She saw him swallow, remembered how young he'd been when he'd lost both parents. Her own throat grew choked. "You were a feral little thing, weren't you?" she said past the knot of emotion, tugging at the bear's abbreviated ears.

Drew gave a small laugh, and the tightness in her chest relaxed. Her wolf didn't like seeing him in distress.

"My mom gave Platty to me." He brought the bear up to his nose, drew in a long breath. "Sometimes, I think I can scent her perfume if I try hard enough."

A tear threatened to streak its way down Indigo's cheek, but she blinked it back, knowing Drew needed her to listen today. "You've taken good care of him."

"You know we were fostered in the pack," he said quietly. "Our foster parents were good, really good to all three of us. They'd brought up their own kids, understood exactly what we needed."

"But they weren't your parents." Indigo understood, knew that his foster parents-who'd both gone roaming around the world a few years ago-would've understood as well.

Drew surprised her by laughing. "I don't think Riley would've allowed them to take over." A sharp grin, full of affection. "He was the one we instinctively looked toward, as the oldest, and he never let us down. We loved our foster parents for the home they gave us, but we bonded the strongest with each other."

"That makes me better understand the way Riley treats the two of you." Especially with Brenna, the other lieutenant was severely overprotective-more like a father than a brother. He was less so with Drew, but there was still a hint of it in his dealings with his brother.

"Yeah." Holding Platypus in one hand, Drew put his other one on her thigh, his fingers stroking with an affection that she'd long understood was as natural to him as breathing. "You know, part of the way he is, is because of the fact that he all but brought us up, but-"

"-part of it is just Riley," Indigo completed. "I remember him as a kid, you know. So intense, so focused. If you needed to get something done in the kid circles, you went to either Hawke or Riley. Hawke to lead the trouble, and Riley to make sure we didn't get caught."

Drew squeezed her thigh. "I kept Platypus with me all through my childhood," he said, then gave a self-conscious shrug. "When I turned into a teenager, I hid him in the cupboard, but I used to take him out at night sometimes and talk to him."

Shifting her hold, she hugged him around the shoulders, putting her face cheek-first against his back. "It was like being with your mom again."

"Yeah." Drew stroked the bear's ragged ears once more. "Riley and Brenna don't know I still have him."

Her wolf understood what he was telling her, accepted the gift. "I think he'd look good on top of the dresser," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his nape. "Don't you?"

Drew thought about it for a long second before lifting her hand up to his lips and rising to place Platypus in pride of place on the polished wood of his dresser. There was a vulnerability to him she could almost touch-and she knew he was embarra.s.sed by it. Yet still he'd shared so much of his heart. It humbled her, his courage.

And it pushed her to the precipice of accepting the mating bond.

Her remaining hesitation had nothing to do with his youth or dominance. It was far more visceral. Her wolf adored Drew now, but used to control, to protecting itself, it was uneasy at the idea of the total, absolute surrender signified by the mating bond. Yet in spite of that, it found itself compelled to the edge by Drew's open commitment, by the fearless way he grabbed onto life . . . onto love.

Andrew could almost taste the mating bond the next morning as he worked beside Indigo to clear the northern edge of their territory of surveillance devices. It was serious work-but he was a wolf. "Hey, Indy," he said around midmorning, feeling a little raw after the previous night. But because it had been his mate who'd seen him so very vulnerable, he was able to deal.

"No more kisses," she warned with a scowl that he knew was all pretend. "People are placing bets now on how long till you ambush me again."

"It's good for morale."

Indigo shot him a narrow-eyed look. "You're right. Sneak."

"Fringe benefit," he said. "I just like kissing you." In front of people. So everyone would know she was his. "But this time I wanted to tell you that you have something in your hair."

Reaching up, she stroked over and stopped at her hair tie. "What the-" A chocolate kiss sat in her hand.

He waited for her reaction.

Holding his gaze, she peeled away the silver wrapper and closed her lips over it in a way designed to make a certain part of his anatomy throb. "Delicious." Licking her lips, she pointed south. "Time to work."

He worked, but by the time Indigo left to return to the den to take one of her cla.s.ses-they couldn't afford to be slack on that, especially now-he'd kissed her on the lips five more times and showered her with several hidden candy kisses.