“You plan on shooting me?” He gave Isaiah his back and began skinning the deer.
“Not unless you give me a reason to.”
Caspin stood, towering over Isaiah, his lean form some mix between a beta and delta. “I’m not of your pack or Clan. You have no power here.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” As a Greater Alpha, there were no territorial lines to Isaiah and Caspin knew it. “Tell me where she is or I’ll go to Palmer, and he’ll go to the Senate. And I can guarantee you by sunset tonight, they’ll be ripping apart these woods.”
“Nothing about you has changed.” Caspin clicked his tongue. “Still tattling on wolves who don’t do what you tell them to and using the Senate to beat them into submission.”
“There are laws, Caspin. I follow them.”
“Laws…” The word morphed into a snarl, and Caspin rolled up his lips. His teeth were far sharper than they should have been. “Laws written by men, not by Varu. And unlike you, I do not sleep at their feet.”
“Those laws set boundaries. We follow them to stay civil. But you wouldn’t know anything about that. Look at you.” Isaiah swept out an arm. “You’re a nightmare made real. The monster they’re afraid of.”
Caspin roared and shoved Isaiah back. The shotgun clattered against the ground out of reach.
Isaiah tried to stand, but Caspin knocked him on his back again.
“WeareFenrir, Isaiah.” Caspin advanced.
Isaiah scrambled back, kicking up leaves and dirt.
“Weareanimals.” Saliva flecked Caspin’s lips. “Trying to be men is what killed our Cana.” He balled up his fists. “Obeying men is why we’re almost extinct.”
The next time Isaiah stood, Caspin didn’t stop him.
“The sooner you learn that, the better.” Caspin returned to his kill. “The sooner you learn that Cana isn’t yours, the better.”
“How do you know about Luca?” Only a few did and none of them would talk to Caspin even if they could.
Caspin licked the blood from his fingers then went back to stripping the deer of its hide. “I know about the Cana the same way I always know where my sister is.”
What did that mean?
“And unlike you,” Caspin said, “she acknowledges the wolf the Cana has chosen.”
“He doesn’t belong with Nash Kelli.”
“Is that what you think?”
“That’s what I know. He’s a Cana. He belongs with the Varu.”
“Nash Kelli is Varu.”
“Not anymore. He’s a vessel for the Anubis. Luca is our door to theSuvar. He is life, not death, and that’s the only thing the Anubis will ever be.”
“Is that why you tried tocureNash with Rakta?”
Isaiah rocked back. “Who told you that?”
Caspin growled. “No matter how much you refuse to accept it, the black wolf was never an abomination. It was simply another color of Fenrir. Just as the Anubis is not a sickness. It is the result of inaction.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. Who told you about Luca?”
Caspin finished skinning the deer and tossed the hide onto a stump close to the fire pit. “They talk and I listen.”
“Who?”