"You make it sound so simple," Victor said dryly.

"That's because it is. Okay, hit me, give me another problem, I bet you I can make it real simple for you."

Victor wasn't sure why he was still talking to this kid, but he had to admit, he'd been given some good perspectives so far. Surely it wouldn't hurt to try for more. "All right. I've never been the marrying type. All my life I've seen married couples and their lives, and it seems so dull. There's no excitement, no danger, no thrill."

Dylan steepled his fingers. He had an easy look about him, soft features, but right then he looked to be concentrating hard. "Okay. Well, first of all, married life is what you make it, right? If you don't want it to be dull, then do interesting stuff. And he's a wolf, how boring can that really be? I know they're not all vampire dangerous, but they've still got big teeth!"

Victor sighed to himself. "That sounds easy in theory but wrong in practicality."

"What, so he's boring?"

"No. Not at all."

"Then you just have some kind of serious problem with the idea of settling down, man," Dylan said sadly. "There's nothing wrong with it."

Victor supposed Dylan had hit the nail on the head there. The problem wasn't Randall, it was his perception of how a married, settled life would look. He had been with David because the man would offer him the very opposite.

"I suppose I have a lot to think about," Victor muttered. He'd only half finished his beer, and he had no real urge to drink the rest of it. Beer had never been his drink of choice anyway.

Dylan leaned over the table to pat him consolingly. "Well, you'll never figure it out sitting in a bar. Hey, you said he's a wolf, right? Does that mean he lives with the nearby pack?" Dylan brightened. "Phoenix is talking there on summer solstice. A few of us half bloods in the area have been invited."

"Yes, that's where I'm staying," Victor replied, surprised. Phoenix, the half blood who was trying to rally the various supernatural groups together for solidarity, was speaking at a wolf gathering? He supposed Edwin would like that. He recalled Edwin being quite into his ideals.

"Cool," Dylan said cheerfully. "I'll see you there, then."

Dylan was right-sitting in a bar wasn't going to solve any of his problems. "Thank you for the advice," Victor said politely. He rose to stand and held out his hand for Dylan. They shook. Dylan grinned at him.

"No problem, man," Dylan said. "Anytime."

Victor left. The cool air outside was a welcome touch against his overheated skin, and he remained for a moment outside the bar, letting his eyes adjust to the light. He took his time to get back to the van, contemplating everything they'd just talked about.

In the end, it seemed like he might have been overcomplicating things. He liked Randall, and in the present that was all that mattered. Victor was aware that he had a bad habit of living in the future, of weighing his actions in the present against the visions he had seen. But Randall had told him he should try living in the present, and perhaps that was some more advice that Victor should take.

He got back into the van and started driving home. His gaze caught on the book he'd placed in the pa.s.senger seat-P. G. Wodehouse. Victor needed to make some sort of gesture to show Randall that he did indeed reciprocate his feelings.

And he thought he might just have the perfect way to do so.

Chapter 10.

Jed JED DIDN'T do fights. Not like this. He didn't get involved in domestic s.h.i.t, he didn't have long hours of awkward silences, and he sure as f.u.c.k didn't spend half a day working while pretending not to see Redford's ridiculously upset face. That was why he'd always done one-night stands. They weren't messy, they weren't demanding. He didn't even have to know the other guy's name. And even if they were a repeat, it never meant anything. It was just s.e.x.

Redford wasn't just anything, though. Redford was the G.o.dd.a.m.n moon and the hook it hung on, and up until two weeks ago, Jed would have said they were doing just fine. Sure, Redford was having some issues. Sure, sometimes things got a little wolfy and Jed lost Redford for a bit. But Redford had always come back. And Jed just figured that was a side effect of Fil.

Now he wasn't so sure.

This place, these wolves, none of them lost control. None of them woke up in the middle of the night desperate to get out and chase squirrels. None of them ripped the throats out of people and barely seemed aware afterward. Jed had thought he was helping. He'd thought they were fine.

He was pretty d.a.m.n sure he was wrong.

And G.o.d, he wished they'd just gone fishing. He didn't want to do this; he didn't want to fight with Redford. He didn't want all the things he should say to get stuck in his throat every d.a.m.n time Redford looked at him.

It was his fault. He was part of the cage Redford lived inside, and it was his fault that Redford wasn't happy. That he was cracking apart at the seams.

Redford was asleep beside him. They'd plotted and planned half the day yesterday about what they'd need to do if the Gray Lady decided to stay and fight. Redford had gone scouting so they could start work on a more accurate map of the pack's territory. Jed had made phone calls for supplies. They'd acted like nothing was wrong. They'd acted so d.a.m.n hard like everything was fine.

It wasn't fine. Jed was f.u.c.king this whole thing up. From the day he'd met Redford, he'd just made the guy worse. All that time, Jed thought he was saving him. He thought he'd found Redford and Redford had found him, and, what, it was a G.o.dd.a.m.n fairy tale? He should have known better. Fairy tales, they weren't real. And people like Jed were a cancer. They spread and they corrupted every d.a.m.n thing they touched.

Redford had been so f.u.c.king innocent. He'd been good, genuinely good. And now he was killing. Now he was part of some f.u.c.king war.

It was Jed's fault.

Sitting in bed, staring into nothing, Jed didn't notice the time pa.s.s. The stars and the moon trailed faint gray light across the floor of the cabin, Redford rumbled a whimper in his sleep and curled farther into the covers, but Jed still didn't move. At the first light of dawn, Redford shifted in his sleep again, but this time his eyes opened, automatically seeking out Jed.

Redford had never been a morning person. Unlike Jed, who had long trained himself to be up and alert immediately, Redford never liked waking up and moving out of bed. There had been many mornings where Jed had been tempted to let Redford sleep in, even when they had a job they'd needed to get to in an hour.

Now Redford just rubbed a hand over his eyes and rose, pushing the blankets aside. He kept glancing at Jed as he got dressed, shivering through the chill of the morning air until he'd wrapped himself in three layers. Then finally, when he was done, he said, "We should go get coffee."

Jed had plans for the morning. He hadn't antic.i.p.ated Redford getting up at dawn. "You should go back to sleep," he mumbled, voice an exhausted rasp. Scrubbing his hands across his face, Jed sighed. "It's early. You can get a couple more hours in before anyone's really up."

Redford smiled slightly and spread his arms to show Jed the layers he was wearing. With a T-shirt, a light jacket, and a heavier jacket on top of that, Redford resembled a marshmallow. "I'm dressed, Jed. And I'm not going back to sleep in this, so we may as well go."

"Redford," Jed started. He didn't want coffee. He didn't want to sit at a G.o.dd.a.m.n table and pretend everything was fine anymore. Jed could only sit back and think about s.h.i.t for so long. It was time he got some answers. And none of those answers would be found in La.s.sie's cafeteria.

But then he looked over and caught Redford's expression. That very stubborn, very determined look that silently said: Jed, get your a.s.s up off that bed because we are going to get coffee whether you like it or not. Jed knew that look. It meant that any arguing Jed might do was simply wasted.

So, with another heaved exhale, Jed slid out of bed and tugged on his jeans, searching through his bag for a sweatshirt. "Fine," he muttered, teeth clenched. "Coffee. Great."

Redford made a little noise under his breath that Jed couldn't discern, either irritated or acquiescent. Once Jed had gotten dressed, they left the cabin and walked silently toward the kitchens. Redford tugged the fake-furred collar of his heavy jacket up around his chin to ward against the cold before shoving his hands firmly in his pockets.

Jed hated how they were. He hated that he was so G.o.dd.a.m.n f.u.c.king useless he couldn't even think of something to say. Over and over Jed nearly blurted something out, some desperate grasp at conversation or yet another apology. But every time he'd look over at Redford, and he'd just go mute.

There was something wild about Redford, Jed had thought that from the first time he'd met him, something so achingly beautiful, something strong and innocent and free. Something Jed both wanted to gather up and protect and wrap around himself like a shield. And everything in Jed, every fiber of him, only wanted to make Redford happy. To give him everything he deserved.

So why did he f.u.c.k it all up so badly? He'd shoved Redford into an apartment in the city. What kind of life was that for a wolf? What kind of person shoved something so beautiful in a cage? Jed was so G.o.dd.a.m.n selfish, he'd never even thought that the life he lived might not be what Redford needed. But now he saw, now he'd gotten example after f.u.c.king example of what a wolf should be. How could he possibly begin to make things right now?

The dining hall was nearly empty. Breakfast wasn't out yet, but Jed could hear the clank of pans and the low hum of voices from the back. There was an enormous pot of coffee, though, and Jed poured himself a cup, finding a bottle of water for Redford and carrying both carefully toward a table in the corner.

On the way, he pa.s.sed Anthony-he hadn't even seen him there, tucked into a side table, out of the line of direct sight from the door. Anthony had both hands wrapped around an enormous mug, his shoulders hunched, head down so that his hair partially covered his face. When he looked up at them, though, he grinned. "Morning, guys. You're up early."

This was as good a table as any. Jed put Redford's water down, slinging himself into one of the chairs and taking a long gulp of the coffee. "Yeah, well, someone got a hankering to go for a beverage he doesn't actually drink."

There was no response from Redford, and Anthony just lifted an eyebrow. The look he gave them was patiently amused, but there was a hint of concern there too. "Wolves tend to have more sensitive tastes than humans." Anthony shrugged. "Ask Edwin why he never eats green vegetables. He keeps complaining that they're too bitter."

"It's not the lack of coffee drinking I was...." Jed sighed. "Yeah. Never mind." Another drink of coffee, then, just to have something to do with his hands. Jed was hunched over the table, jaw tight, too many thoughts in his head and not enough things he even remotely knew how to say. Looking at Redford was f.u.c.king painful right then. It was like staring into the face of every d.a.m.n failure he'd ever had.

"So," Anthony said brightly, clearly seeing the need for a change in topic, "I don't actually know much about you two. When did you become mates?"

Blinking, Jed pulled his gaze up from contemplating his coffee. "Uh. You mean how long have we known each other? Isn't mates more of a British slang thing?"

Anthony laughed. "No, I mean how long have you been mated to one another," he clarified. "It's obvious enough from your scents. They're all over each other."

Jed couldn't help but look at Redford, who was giving Anthony nearly the same clueless look that Jed was. "Okay, explain it real slow for the dumb human," Jed prompted, leaning back, gaze darting between the two of them. "Because I'm not following."

Anthony frowned in complete confusion. "How can you not know what I'm talking about? Redford, you're a wolf."

Redford shrunk down in his seat. "Not really," he mumbled. "I didn't grow up like you guys, remember?" Jed had to bite back a very real urge to punch Anthony right in the throat for making Redford get that expression on his face.

"Right." Anthony apparently had to take a moment to get his thoughts in line, because he took a breath, shook his head slightly, and peered at them in amus.e.m.e.nt. "Sorry. I'll rephrase. How long have you been together?"

"Almost a year?" Jed tried to do the math in his head. "Something like that. So mates are, like, wolf boyfriends?" That kind of made sense, he guessed.

"Not really." Anthony was looking at Redford more than Jed, still faintly confused. "I guess the better a.n.a.logy would be marriage, but even more than that. I'm sure Randall could explain it a lot better than I could."

"Whoa, whoa, hold on there, tiger." Jed gave a nervous half laugh, practically shoving his chair back as if to give himself distance from the terrifying m-word. "There's not... we are definitely not married. I don't think that is something you just want to be saying to people. You don't... you can't just throw that word out there, man, that's not cool."

"Of course you're not married," Anthony huffed, "I can see the lack of rings. But you've got to be mates, you smell like it. And that's even better than married." He grinned at them both, pleased. "It's a good thing, Jed. I'm happy for you, and I think it's totally okay that you're one human and one wolf."

Jed could feel the irritation seeping in, a scowl tightening the lines of his forehead. "What the f.u.c.k does that mean?" he growled.

Anthony didn't seem to notice Jed's irritation. He leaned back in his chair, taking on a wistful smile. "It's difficult to explain, but I'll try. We call our partners mates. I'm sure Randall could go on a whole lecture about it, but I guess the main difference is, wolves tend to feel things a bit stronger than humans. Or at least we have more trouble letting go." Anthony grinned. "It varies from wolf to wolf, how we find a partner. But in the end, we nearly always find our mate-someone that we could never think of leaving, someone that makes our life so much more whole than it ever was."

He leaned forward, elbows on the table, studying them both. "And it's the best thing that can ever happen to you."

Jed didn't want to hear this. Because then he'd start thinking about if he was that stupid mate thing to Redford, and what it'd mean if he wasn't. What it might mean if he was. And why both answers scared the living h.e.l.l out of him. "Yeah?" he smirked, c.o.c.ky and disinterested, to hide everything that was behind the expression. "If it's so d.a.m.n great, where's yours?"

If he was intending to insult Anthony enough to make him back off, Anthony didn't take the bait. He just sighed into his coffee. "Somewhere that's not here. I know he's still alive. I think I'd feel it if he died. But he's been for gone for a while."

It struck Jed then that Anthony looked like a man who was missing his other half. Like there was something very lopsided about him when he sat alone, as if there should be someone sitting at his side. Jed didn't want to know what that felt like. More than anything, he never wanted to find that out.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Jed looked down, shaking his head. "We're not mates," he muttered roughly. "End of story."

Because if they were, then he was going to wind up just like Anthony.

"Well, um," Redford hedged, "it sounds fairly accurate to me."

Before Jed had the chance to reply, Anthony brightened again, beaming at them. "I knew it. Jed, you just don't have the instincts, you probably can't tell. And that's okay! But I think after a while even a human will start to get it, so if you've been together for nearly a year, you'll get it soon."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm not wolf enough, right?" Jed nodded sharply, a far too wide grin on his face. "I don't get a lot of stuff about him. Like what he needs. Like how to even handle a wolf or full moons or any of that s.h.i.t that just comes so G.o.dd.a.m.n natural to everyone else in this freak show. Right?" He stood, kicking his chair back, nearly upsetting his coffee. "You know what, I think I'm going for a walk."

Anthony had gone wide-eyed, like he was appalled at himself for saying something that could be taken as an insult. "That's not what I meant," he protested. "It's not a bad thing that you just need a little longer to learn this stuff, Jed. h.e.l.l, if Randall and Victor do wind up getting together, Victor will need to learn all this too."

"Please, for all that is holy, do not f.u.c.king compare me to the G.o.dd.a.m.n princess, all right?" Jed threw his hands up in surrender. "Fine. It's great that I'm ruining Redford's life, you're right. G.o.dd.a.m.n adorable."

He didn't want to talk about this anymore. Especially not with Redford looking at him with those big eyes, those endless depths he'd gotten lost in so many times. It made Jed ache. It made him emotional and weak, because he got so afraid of losing Redford that he couldn't think about what was best for him.

"Jed." Redford sounded unsure and unhappy all at the same time. Jed felt Redford take his hand, reaching out for him. "You haven't ruined my life. You've made it so much better."

Staring down at the floor so he wouldn't have to see Redford, so he wouldn't have to make eye contact and pull up a fake smirk and pretend, Jed just gave a quiet nod. "Ask Anthony over there if that's even remotely true." A sad, quick smile touched his lips. "h.e.l.l, ask anyone. Ask them what they think of me shutting you up on full moons. On the fact that the only hunting you've ever done is stalking the hot dogs I throw around. How about the fact I taught you to kill, huh? Isn't that so much better, that I took you, that I took this perfect guy, and I twisted you? I shoved you into a f.u.c.king cage, and I let you fester in there because I was too G.o.dd.a.m.n selfish-" His voice had risen to a shout, a self-loathing bellow, and Jed choked back the rest of the words. Jaw tightening, lips trembling into a sardonic smirk, he turned away. "I'm going for a walk. Don't wait around for me, Redford."

There was no reply from Redford, and Jed was glad his back was turned. He didn't want to see whatever expression Redford was wearing right then: understanding, anger, sudden realization, he didn't know. He just knew he didn't want to see it. Because no matter what, it wouldn't change where they were.

He slammed the door of the cafeteria shut behind him. It wasn't as satisfying as it should have been. Hands in his jacket pockets, head down, Jed walked quickly across the camp. The dew on the gra.s.s under his feet soaked his jeans. The air held his breath in a trail of fog.

She was waiting for him. Maybe she'd known he was coming; maybe it was inevitable that he wind up there. Either way, when Jed knocked on the Gray Lady's door, she opened it immediately, gesturing for him to come in.

This time, Jed didn't bl.u.s.ter or bellow or fight. He simply sat, waiting as the Gray Lady made tea, waiting as she settled in opposite him. Waiting with his mind racing, with a sick drop of dread in his stomach. Why had he said all of that? Why had he told Redford any of that? He'd just ruined f.u.c.king everything.

"The Council has come to a decision." When the Gray Lady finally spoke, it took Jed several moments to figure out what she was talking about.

He didn't care. Christ, that made him a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but he didn't. This whole f.u.c.king camp, they could go, stay, fight, turn into G.o.dd.a.m.n chickens and roost and he didn't care. All he could think about was Redford. But Jed scrubbed a hand through his hair, he sat up a little straighter, and he did his d.a.m.n job. That was what he was, anyway. Just the job. He was an idiot for forgetting that. "Yeah? What's the verdict?"

"We will run." Jed couldn't read the Gray Lady; she was all smooth voice and grace. But he kind of thought she sounded sad. "As soon as possible. The potential loss of life if we stay is too great."

Jed nodded. "I don't think that's a bad idea-" There was a yip from the corner, a quick patter of paws, and then an unsteady fluff ball of a wolf pup came charging out from under a pile of cushions. It was all huge paws and a tail waving like an energetic flag. The puppy crashed into Jed's knee and barked happily at him before making its wobbling way over to the Gray Lady. She picked it up and smiled at it, cradling the pup in her arms.

"My apologies." The Gray Lady smiled. "This is my daughter. She usually sleeps much later than this."

"Loss of life," Jed nodded, understanding. Apparently the Gray Lady still had some game, if she was popping out kids. He wondered how old she really was. "Your kid."

"They are all my children, in a way." The Gray Lady rubbed her hand behind the pup's ears, settling her down. "But yes. We have young here who wouldn't be able to fight. Running might be the best way to keep them safe."

"Probably." Jed drummed his fingers against the table. "Well, I'll make some calls. Arrange transport, that kind of thing."

"We will be appreciative." The Gray Lady nodded.

Fidgeting, Jed nearly said more. He nearly asked all the things he'd wanted to. But the stupid fluff ball was wiggling in her arms, and Jed found he really didn't want to know. He couldn't even think of where to start.

"You have something on your mind," the Gray Lady commented, her eyes on her daughter. "Speak it. We owe you a debt, and I will give my counsel if you wish it."

c.r.a.p. Jed heaved out a breath, staring up the ceiling. "Look, I know you don't approve of the whole human-with-wolf thing."

"I do not." The Gray Lady said it so d.a.m.n calmly.

It would have been nice for her to be a little less blunt, but whatever. "Okay, fine. But Redford... he's going through something. He's got these... voices, I guess? Or instincts. Something going on in his head. And I thought I was helping, I thought I could help. But he's getting worse. He goes into this kind of blood haze, I guess, sometimes. And I lose him." Jed's voice cracked. His eyes dropped to stare at his hands, refusing to look up at the Gray Lady. "I mean, he's just... gone." His bandage itched under his shirt, the pull of the wound still painful. "And it's getting worse. One of these days, I'm pretty sure he's going to go wherever it is he goes, and I'm not going to get him back."

If he'd expected shock from her, he clearly wasn't going to get it. She just studied him, one of her hands absently smoothing over her now-sleeping daughter. "And have you bonded? Is this more than just a series of dates for you?"

Christ. Jed had denied it in front of Anthony. He'd shout from the rooftops how he wasn't anyone's f.u.c.king mate, that this wasn't what they were trying to turn it into. But the Gray Lady was just staring at him, infinitely calm, infinitely patient, infinitely a gigantic b.i.t.c.h waiting to rip his head off for lying. And Jed found himself nodding slowly, biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood. "I don't know about bonding or whatever the s.h.i.t," he muttered hoa.r.s.ely. "But I love him. Yeah. I... f.u.c.k, I love him. So whatever that means in your furry mumbo jumbo."

"That's unfortunate." The Gray Lady wasn't even looking at him now, apparently too busy fussing over her daughter. "Had you replied that you merely liked him, I would have cautioned you against getting too involved. In all my years, I have seen very few instances of wolves truly managing to live happy lives with humans. You are simply too short-lived."