Legacy: Alexandra's Legacy Part 19

Joshua noticed how easily James used the word "our" and not "your". It seemed his pack loyalty was there full force. But he was no longer their alpha. "You're absolutely right. That would be a major coup for them and something our young hotheads wouldn't consider."

He turned to his brothers. "I'm going in to face the Brodys. Protect Alex." He ignored the outraged feminine gasp and focused on the protesting men. "It is my right as Striker. It is me they are challenging."

"No." Isaiah said no more than that, but that one word said it all.

James pinned him with a steely glare. "I owe them for my brother and his mate."

Alex turned to Joshua. "If you think I'm going to let you go in there alone, you've got another thing coming." It seemed it didn't pay to ignore a woman. Alex was currently trying to drill a hole in his stomach with her finger. He caught her hand to keep her from poking further at him. Her gray eyes were the color of a winter squall with all the fury that it brought.

Joshua wanted to laugh. Most of his life he'd felt alone, distant even from his brothers. His job had demanded it. Or so he'd believed. It was the way his father had done things, but Joshua was beginning to believe his father had been wrong. There was strength in family, in sharing the burden. Not that he'd allow any of them to put themselves in danger, especially Alex, but it was nice to not feel so alone.

"Are you smiling?" Alex poked him with her other hand. "Honest to G.o.d, Joshua Striker, if you're smiling I'm going to pop you one." She curled her fingers into a fist.

He rubbed his hand over his jaw, covering his mouth in the process. "No, I'm not laughing."

"You are." She yanked her hand out of his and took a step back. "Men!" She threw up her hands and turned away, but he caught her and hauled her back into his arms.

Ignoring the fact they had an audience, he leaned down, letting his long hair drape over his face to m.u.f.fle the words he whispered in her ear. "If I'm smiling it's because you make me happy, Alex." She stilled and sighed. He knew she didn't truly understand, but now was not the time to explain.

He released Alex and faced the rest of the group. "I go in first. If you're determined to come, watch out for one another." They knew he meant for them to watch out for Alex, but he wasn't stupid enough to make that kind of mistake twice and say it out loud. All the men nodded. They understood.

"Here, take this." James reached around to the small of his back and withdrew a handgun, handing it to his daughter. "There are six silver bullets." Alex nodded as she took the weapon and checked it before stuffing it into the waistband of her jeans.

Joshua felt better knowing Alex wasn't completely unarmed, even though he had no intention of letting her anywhere near the fighting. His brothers and her father would protect her while he met the challengers.

Putting all thoughts from his mind except those of the coming confrontation, he strode down the path, following the familiar trail toward home. This time he didn't notice the trees or hear the songs of the birds. All his senses were trained on the gate in front of him. He could already smell two men just inside and knew there were more. Their fear tainted the air and burned his nostrils.

They should be afraid after what they'd done. They'd murdered the alpha of the pack and his mate. Treason. The only possible fate for them was death. He was their court, their judge and their executioner, and he'd come to pa.s.s sentence on them.

He strode through the gates like he owned the place, which he did. This was his home and they had dared to invade it. One of the young men hurtled himself at Joshua, but he met only thin air. Joshua whirled with blinding speed, caught the man around the neck and twisted. A sickening snap filled the silence. Joshua let the body drop and moved on.

"Luther and his brothers are dead." Stopping, he turned in a circle, sighting or smelling five other werewolves. "The hunters are dead as well. Come forward and face your punishment like men or I will hunt you down like the dogs you are." It was the ultimate insult to call a werewolf a dog and Joshua knew he'd get some reaction. These men had already proved themselves to be hotheads.

Sure enough, two more of them surged forward, both of them s.h.i.+fting into wolves on the run. Joshua stood with his arms folded across his chest, his legs spread wide and waited. He waited until the last possible second and then moved. Catching one of the wolves in midair, he flung it into the other one. They tumbled to the ground, quickly regained their feet and began to growl.

Three shots rang out in quick succession. Everyone froze as a cry tore through the air. The wolves in front of him turned tail and ran. Werewolves did not use manmade weapons during a fight. It was considered dishonorable. They met a challenger with their bare hands or in their wolf form.

Stupid! These werewolves had already shown they were without honor. He had been too angry to think properly. That was an error in judgment that might cost him his life. But more importantly, he'd put Alex's safety at risk.

"That's one who won't give you any more trouble," Alex said.

He should have known. Turning, he faced Alex, who stood with her legs braced apart and the gun her father had given her at her side. She'd already proved to be more than capable of defending herself and him.

"We don't use manmade weapons on one another during a challenge." If she was going to be his mate he had to teach her their laws.

She snorted. "Tell that to the guy with the rifle on the roof."

His gaze shot to the rooflines of the house and sure enough on the top of Ian's home a man was slumped over, his body hanging half off the roof, a rifle dangling from his fingers. "My apologizes."

"Accepted," she snapped. "Can we just finish this?"

"With pleasure." He stalked forward with his brothers by his side, sensing that the rest of the betrayers were making a break for the back gate. Joshua broke into a run. There was no way he could let them escape.

Frightened howls and vicious growls ripped through the air. Joshua and his brothers came to a screeching halt and watched the carnage unfold in front of them. Donovan Brody and the rest of his clan had arrived and they were making short work of their kinsmen. They showed no mercy. It was over in mere minutes.

Bodies of men and wolves alike littered the ground, their blood seeping into the dirt. Joshua tilted back his head and roared at the sheer sickening loss of it. He'd never understand what could cause a man to turn his back on his own kind, on his family, and betray their trust. But just because he didn't understand it, didn't mean he didn't feel the sorrow at their pa.s.sing. They were all much too young to die.

Donovan s.h.i.+fted from wolf to human and strode toward him, seemingly totally unconcerned by his nudity or by the b.l.o.o.d.y gashes on his chest. He stopped when he was in front of Joshua. His pale blue eyes, so unusual for a werewolf, were as cold as ice. "My clan offers an apology to the Wolf Creek pack. We understand if you do not wish us to remain among you."

It was the ultimate shame for a clan to be banished from its pack and Joshua knew just what it had cost his friend to utter those words. He shook his head. "That I cannot do."

Donovan's head jerked as if he'd been hit and Joshua knew his friend had misinterpreted his words to mean that he would not accept the apology.

He held out his hand. "There is no need for an apology. I hold the Brody family in no way responsible for the act of a few angry young men. The loyalty of the Brody clan is never in doubt and the Wolf Creek pack counts itself lucky to have you." The words were formal but necessary to mend the breach between them. With Ian dead, Joshua, in his position as Striker, was acting head of the pack until a compet.i.tion could be held to select the new alpha.

Donovan took Joshua's hand, smearing it with the blood of his slain family members. Joshua yanked the other man into his arms and gave his friend a quick, hard hug. The two of them separated and stepped back. Emotions were running high and the scent of blood, sweat and anger wafted in the air around them.

"We need to call a meeting of the pack. Here. Now." There had been too much discord. They needed a leader and the matter of Alex had to be settled. Her scent was growing stronger by the minute. Several of the Brody men were staring at her. The heat and change were almost upon her. There wasn't time to waste.

Donovan's eyes flicked to Alex and then back to Joshua. "I will send out runners."

Nodding, he turned his back on his friend, gathered Alex to his side and led her away. He snapped out orders to his brothers as he went, secure in the knowledge that all would be done as he asked. All of this would be over in a matter of hours and then he could finally be alone with Alex.

Chapter Twenty-Three.

Alex stood just beyond Joshua's front porch. Five other homes and various other buildings circled around a fifty-foot clearing. She a.s.sumed the large log home belonged to the alpha of the pack. The rest of the homes were compact but cozy and blended in with the surrounding landscape.

She was feeling slightly better, but longed for about twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep. G.o.d, she was tired. But at least she was clean. After watching the brutal deaths in the yard, she'd been only too ready to follow Joshua as he'd led her away. The other men were all watching her in a way that made her both uncomfortable and aroused.

Now that the immediate danger had pa.s.sed, her body was once again reminding her that she wasn't totally human. Her skin was tight and confining. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s ached and her nipples were tight buds that brushed against her bra, sending a blast of heat rocketing down between her thighs. The folds of her s.e.x were sensitive and she was consumed with an almost overwhelming need to touch herself. Her panties were damp, a stark reminder of her constant arousal.

Her feet were encased in a pair of soft slippers that Joshua had dug up from somewhere. She suspected they had belonged to his mother. He'd also given her one of his s.h.i.+rts to wear. It was an older s.h.i.+rt with a well-worn, often-washed softness about it. The material was a pearly gray that matched her eyes. Her jeans needed a good was.h.i.+ng, but she wouldn't be wearing them for long. After this meeting, she was going to go find a bed, crawl into it and sleep for about twelve hours straight.

Raising her hand to the back of her neck, she rubbed. She still felt battered and bruised, but the hot bath had helped loosen up her stiff muscles. The long scratches on her arms and the furrow from the gunshot had all been properly cleansed. Joshua had taken the time to rub a healing ointment on it himself. She'd allowed him to do so, knowing instinctively he wouldn't be satisfied unless he took care of it himself.

But turnabout was fair play. He hadn't been too pleased, but he'd sat and allowed her to tend to his injuries as well, all the while complaining it was unnecessary. As a werewolf, he would heal much faster than a normal human would. Still, she needed to take care of him in some small way.

Then he'd planted a rough kiss on her lips, told her to stay out of trouble, and stalked off to talk to some of the men who had arrived. Stay out of trouble. None of this was her fault to begin with. Trouble just seemed to follow Joshua around. She'd wandered outside to look around but was starting to get rather uncomfortable with all the covert stares she was receiving from the groups of men and women who were gathering.

She felt very alone and uncertain and she didn't like the sensation. All these other people knew one another. She was the odd man out, or rather odd woman out. It was because of her those other werewolves had mutinied and died. Alex didn't think her transition to life here was going to be easy.

She was contemplating retreating back to the covered porch of Joshua's home when she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, hoping it was Joshua, but had to swallow her disappointment when it wasn't. What was wrong with her? She'd never been the type to need a man around before and she sure as heck wasn't going to start now. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and went to meet her father.

"How are you?" He stood back and ran his eyes over her body, his fingers tracing the bruise that still bloomed on the side of her face.

"I'm okay. How about you?"

One corner of his mouth kicked upward. "I'm fine." He drew her into his arms and she rested her head against his solid chest. "I'm sorry this has been so hard on you." He rubbed his hand over her back, soothing her frayed nerves.

"I know you are." The last thing she wanted was for him to feel guilty. He'd done everything he could possibly do to protect her and, no matter what, he was still the best father a girl could have. But she was also looking at him a bit differently these days. "So what will happen now?"

He released her and stepped back. "That depends." Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he guided her toward the side of the clearing. The bodies of the traitorous wolves had been carried away while she'd been getting cleaned up and, except for the blood staining the ground, there was no sign there had ever been a fight.

She dug her heels into the ground, bringing them both to a stop. He was evading her question. More than once she'd noticed the way he looked at the forest around him. There was sorrow and longing and so many more emotions mixed together in his face. Alex knew this homecoming was hard on her father, but it was what he needed. She sensed he was more at home here than he'd ever been in Chicago. The wildness of the forest and mountains suited him.

She stared up into his golden brown eyes, wanting him to know that she understood what he was feeling. "If these past few days have taught me anything, it's that life is short. Don't be afraid to go after what you want."

His face was sober, his hands gentle as he cupped her face. "You're all grown up, aren't you?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah, I am. You did a heck of a job with me."

He gave a short bark of laughter. "I guess I did." His expression once again became serious. "Are you going to follow your own advice? Are you going to fight for what you want?" He stared past her and she followed his gaze. Joshua was standing across the yard, his stance seemingly relaxed, but his eyes tracked her every move. "It won't be simple, you know. He won't be an easy man to live with."

Now that was an understatement if she'd ever heard one. "I know."

The wryness in her tone made him chuckle. "I see you know what you're getting into."

"I do," she whispered softly.

Her father nodded. "So be it. Stay by my side until the time comes."

Before she could get him to answer her question about what was going to happen, Joshua stepped to the center of the circle. All the people who had come gathered around. When everyone fell silent, Joshua began to speak. "Our pack has come under attack from the outside and from within." There were shouts and general mumbling, but he raised his hand for silence again. "Our leader and his mate have been brutally slain by people they trusted. Justice has been carried out and those men are no more."

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife and Alex stood like the rest, waiting for Joshua to continue. He was a natural-born leader-an imposing figure with his tall, muscular build and his dark, piercing eyes. It wasn't so much the way he looked, she decided, but more the way he carried himself with complete confidence and composure.

"We all mourn their loss." Men nodded, while many of the women wiped tears from their eyes. Alex hadn't known these people, but even she felt their loss.

"But we must have a new leader," Joshua continued. "The pack cannot be left vulnerable."

Several men stepped forward, placing themselves in the ring with Joshua. Alex watched, wis.h.i.+ng she knew what would happen next. Joshua nodded at each man in turn. She recognized one of them as Donovan Brody, the werewolf who'd had to slay his own kinsmen.

"We will challenge you for leaders.h.i.+p." She didn't know the man who spoke, but he was tall and hugely built, not like the lean, muscular builds of most of the others.

Joshua shook his head. "I am not challenging for the leaders.h.i.+p." The crowd sucked in a collective breath. Voices were raised in protest. Even the two men standing across from him appeared stunned.

"If you're not running for pack alpha, then who is?" An older man across from her shouted.

Her father stirred beside her and took a step forward. "I am." All heads turned toward him. Alex could see the wonder and disbelief on some faces.

"You abandoned that post years ago," the older man countered.

Her father nodded. "Yes, I did. I was young, I was angry and I was lost. I am none of those things now." His eyes swept over the challengers. "It is still my right as a member of this pack to challenge for leaders.h.i.+p."

Alex stared at her father, amazed he would do such a thing. But then, he'd always been a protector, she realized. And now that their home and neighborhood were lost to him, he needed someone or something new to focus all those protective instincts on. When she thought about it, she couldn't think of anyone better for the position, except maybe Joshua.

"What say you, Striker?" Donovan Brody took an aggressive step forward.

Joshua looked toward James. "The Striker family has always supported the LeVeau family. That has not changed."

"You're only supporting him because you want the woman." Another man strode angrily into the circle.

Joshua shrugged, but didn't deny the accusation. "That is a separate issue, Gavin, and will be dealt with after this one is settled." The other man glared at him, but took a step back.

Alex's stomach was churning. What would happen if her father wasn't accepted as leader? What if he had to fight? What if he were killed? Her breathing was getting shallower, so she forced herself to breathe deeply. She had no idea what a challenge entailed, but it couldn't be good. These were a brutal people.

Her thoughts brought her up short. She might not know what would happen, but her father did. These were his people. G.o.d, she was so confused.

Her hands were clamped into fists at her sides as she watched the drama unfold. A part of her wanted to run to be with her father, but her instincts told her that that would be a mistake.

"Don't worry." The words were a mere whisper beside her. She flicked her gaze to her side for a moment and was surprised to see Joshua's younger brother, Simon, standing next to her. "Everything will be fine."

"How do you know?" Her words sounded angry and belligerent even to her own ears, but he seemed to take no offense.

"I don't really know your father, but I remember how things were when he was leader of the pack. I was just a young man when he left. But I do know the legends of James LeVeau. He's not the sort of man who would start something he couldn't finish."

Alex forced her fingers to unclench. Simon was right. She had to trust her father. "Thank you," she whispered back to him. Simon nodded and they both watched as several men stepped back until only four remained in the circle-Joshua, her father, Donovan Brody and one other man.

The crowd was growing restless as the younger men stared at her father. He stared back at them, waiting patiently.

"What will it be?" Joshua queried both men. "Do you fight or do you accept James LeVeau Riley as alpha?"

The larger of the two men, the one that was unknown to her, nodded at her father. "I will accept James LeVeau. My father always spoke very highly of you."

Her father nodded back at the man. "Grady."

Donovan shook his head. "I will challenge."

Joshua nodded. "So be it."

Alex bit her lip to keep from crying out as both men stripped off their s.h.i.+rts, tossing them aside. She could feel the growing excitement in the crowd as they began to circle one another. They were both exceptional specimens of manhood, but only one of them was her father. She tried to swallow but her throat was too dry. She twisted her hands in the tails of the s.h.i.+rt, unable to pull her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her.

Donovan lunged first. Her father easily sidestepped him and waited while the younger man gathered himself once again. She wanted to yell at her father. He seemed so relaxed and unconcerned. Then she saw his eyes. His body might be relaxed, but his eyes told another tale. There was death in those eyes. The other man would back down or her father would kill him.

Oh, G.o.d. What was happening to her world?

Alex stifled a scream as Donovan attacked again. James met his lunge this time and the two of them grappled, neither able to gain the upper hand. Dust flew around them as people began to chant in a language she didn't understand.

The fight ended so quickly that Alex couldn't believe it. In an astonis.h.i.+ng display of fighting prowess and strength, her father flipped the younger man, tossing him to the ground. He then jumped on Donovan's back, hooking his strong forearm around his opponent's neck and arching it back. One twist and the other man would be dead. As it was, Donovan seemed to be having a difficult time breathing.

"Yield," her father growled out from between clenched teeth.