Wolf Flight

Chapter 7

Missy fell to her knees, a cry tearing from her lips. How could he leave after being told they were mates? Damn overly considerate asshole. Every cell in her body screamed at her to follow, to drag him back into the cabin and force him to finish what they’d started.

She dropped her head to the floor and concentrated. Her skills as an Omega calmed her so she could think, could function until Tad regained his senses and returned. Long, slow breaths helped relieve the hardest edge of her pain as she stretched the hormone-tightened muscles of her arms and legs. After what seemed to be hours, Missy crawled to the table and pulled herself up.

Stumbling to the door, she forced her legs to cooperate as she drove herself to keep moving. Part of her body wanted to shut down and retreat under the blankets to shake until Tad came back and eased her pain. But if what she’d guessed about him was right, Tad wasn’t aware of all the physical rules for wolves. He might not want to mate with her, but he had little choice in the matter now. The chemical switch had begun to flip and they needed each other to survive.

“Just saying no” wouldn’t be enough.

She tugged the door open and stared into whiteout conditions. The wind shook the roof of the cabin. It was hard to see the stairs five feet away at the edge of the covered porch as the snow streaked across in sheets.

If Tad was anywhere but in the airplane he was in danger.

She pulled off her clothes, her teeth chattering from more than being cold. Her skin was so sensitive each touch of her own hands tore her body apart with pain. Tad could be as considerate as he wanted some other time. Right now she was going to haul his ass back and force him to take her.

Missy stepped onto the porch naked, skin lashed by ice particles that stung like wasps. She lowered herself to the ground and shifted, the comfort of the change to wolf easing part of the pain even as missing her mate hurt at a deeper core level.

She felt him out in the storm. Tad had tried to deny they were mates, but there was no way to deny the connection. It was like a string tied between them that she could easily follow.

She leapt off the porch and listened for a moment, the harsh cry of the wind different to her lupine ears. Little creatures huddled under the porch, their tiny bodies hiding from the winter’s fury. Larger animals roamed in the more protected trees, including at least one natural wolf. He would know she was there. He would know she was one of his kind and yet not his kind, and he’d be wary. She let a little of her Omega awareness slip away to reassure him before she turned to track her mate.

The wind had already obliterated a large part of Tad’s footprints, the holes filled with the driven snow. The trail she followed wandered as Tad had staggered on unsteady feet. How he managed to flee so far from her showed incredible strength.

Or stubbornness that bordered on the moronic.

She approached the plane, fear rising within her. She sensed Tad’s heartbeat slowing, not through meditation, but because he was in danger. Ahead by the ski of the plane, there was a snow-covered mound. She raced up to discover him crumpled face down on the ground. She threw back her head and howled, a long high cry of command, before she stuck her muzzle to the side of his face and sniffed.

The initial hit of his scent raced through her with the impact of shooting a mickey of tequila. Her head spun, her mouth watered and the sexual tension throughout her body flared again just being in his presence. But she also felt the danger. Tad was burning up. His body shook with fever, and even if she woke him, she’d never be able to carry him. She cried out again, louder this time, more demanding.

Missy used her paws and her teeth to drag Tad closer to the plane and the slight protection of the hillside before she curled around his head, her warm breath on his face. She watched for any sign of movement, in Tad or in the whitened air beyond them.

“Missy?” Tad’s voice was a soft rasp.

She licked his neck.

“I’m sorry, Missy. I’m so sorry.”

Missy’s head flicked to attention.

They came. The natural wolves crept up to where Tad lay, the leader’s eyes on Missy. She stared him down, not moving from her protective position around Tad. Slowly the timber wolf approached and lowered himself to the ground by her paws. He lapped at her mouth for a moment and she gave him a nudge with her head.

They would be all right.

A few minutes later Missy double-checked the pile of furry bodies that covered Tad to keep him warm until she returned with help. She nudged the leader of the group in farewell then turned away.

Pain stroked the back of his neck, wrapped gently around his forehead and then socked him between the eyes. Tad would have groaned but that required too much energy. Panting seemed the limit of his ability to complain at the moment.

“So, zombie boy. You gonna get your ass out of bed sometime this week or what?” His partner’s loud voice echoed like he was using a megaphone.

“You think he’s going to remember anything this time, Shaun?”

“Don’t know, TJ. I think it’s pretty amusing myself. How about we tell him he’s been booked to fly the Queen on her next royal tour?”

They were talking nearby but Tad couldn’t see them. “Hey, guys. Shut up for a minute. Which one of you dropped the anvil on my head?”

“Hmm, good sign. He’s being an asshole,” Shaun said.

“Why can’t I see you?” Tad thought his eyes were open but it was so dark in the room he couldn’t be sure.

A faint shimmer of light came through as Shaun cracked open the curtains. “It’s nighttime and we’ve got your summer light-blocking curtains closed. The pack doctor said with the fever you needed it as dark as possible to avoid complications.” He paced over and sat, the most concerned look on his face Tad had ever seen. “How do you feel?”

Tad tried a slow stretch. He had aches on tops of aches, his head pounded and there was something he needed to remember. “Did I catch the flu or something?”

Tad watched TJ and Shaun exchange glances. “Yeah, or something. Remember that guy you flew around for hours? He came down with a bad case of the nasties, and since you had the pleasure of his company in close quarters, you were a nice little time bomb waiting to happen,” Shaun explained.

TJ snorted. “Of course racing into a freaking blizzard didn’t help matters. The only reason you survived is—”

“TJ, go make some coffee. Thanks.” Shaun turned his back on TJ in dismissal.

Tad attempted a laugh as TJ left the room. “How did you do that? I thought no one could get TJ to shut up when he gets started.”

Shaun reached for Tad’s forehead. “It’s a wolf thing. I rank higher and I only use the authority when it’s needed.” In slow motion Shaun touched his skin.

Giant invisible ice picks appeared and starting jabbing him everywhere. He jerked away from Shaun’s hand, swearing under his breath. His head spun and his skin crawled. “What the hell is that about?”

“You really want to know?”

Tad threw a pillow at Shaun. “What kind of stupid-ass remark is that? Of course I want to know. My head is throbbing and I feel like I’ve been tied to an ant hill after being dipped in honey.”

“Ooooh. Nice analogy, flyboy. You remember where you got the honey from?”

Tad got ready to yell at Shaun to tell him to start making sense and then… “Oh shit, is Missy all right?”

Shaun clapped his hands together with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Finally, the right question. You are on the cutting edge of sanity this time. Yes, Missy is as good as can be expected.”

“What’s that mean? And why are you acting so weird?” Tad threw back the covers and swung his legs to the floor, intending to get dressed. The room had other ideas as it spun in a one-eighty, and the roof flipped to the floor. Tad found himself flat on his back, this time on the carpet.

“Let’s try this again. How are you feeling, Tad?”

Nothing was working right and his brain felt like it was iced up. “Good grief, what’s wrong with me?”

Shaun’s voice grew quiet with an annoying “I’m being patient” undertone. “You’ve been sick, Tad. You caught the flu from the guy you flew around—”

Fuck that. “Yeah, you told me.” Tad held a hand out to Shaun to get a pull upright. Shaun hid his arms behind him and Tad cursed. He rolled to his belly and gave a painful push onto his knees.

“Not that I don’t want to help but listening to you scream in pain every time someone touches you lost its appeal after the first dozen times.” Shaun sat on the chair next to the bed.

Tad crawled back onto the mattress and covered himself. The pressure of the quilt on his skin hurt less than the cold seeping into his bones. His mind cleared a little, enough to grow concerned. “Am I going crazy?”

Shaun shook his head. “Sorry if I seem a little short but I’ve explained what’s wrong five times already. I’m not sure you’re going to remember whatever I say so it’s difficult to get excited about sharing this again. But in the hopes six is the charm, here goes. It’s Thursday. You were—”

“What?” Tad exclaimed. “Missy and I did the set-up on Monday before we got stuck in the cabin.”

Shaun raised a brow. “Well done. First time you’ve been able to remember that without prompting. You remember anything else you did with Missy?” Tad swore and Shaun pumped his arm into the air. “All right, it seems we are getting somewhere. I know it drives your poor little human sensitivities wild, but I’m going to speak plain wolf for a bit. You began FirstMate with her and for some stupid, idiotic reason you stopped. You can’t stop a trigger in mid-pull, Tad. All you’ve managed to do is get the bullet in motion and you’ve hit a time warp. Until you finish what you started, neither you nor Missy will be able to touch another person without pain. That’s number one. Number two is none of us knew Missy is an Omega wolf and—”

“A what?” The pain in his body faded slightly as he remembered being in the cabin with Missy. How he’d almost decided to trap her forever.

“Omega. Instead of dealing with the authority and leadership of the pack like the Alpha and Beta, she helps set the emotional track. She knows what needs to happen by instinct. Packs without an Omega often have wolves go feral or head into the illegal side of things. You don’t even know they are there if they do their job right.”

Tad scrubbed his hand over his face. “Is Missy okay? Where is she?”

Shaun held up a hand. “In a minute. First I need to tell you something else.”

“Damn it, Shaun, you’ve already told me I’m not only an ass for fooling around with Missy, I’m also responsible for messing up the pack. What other bomb do you feel the need to drop?”

His friend leaned forward in his chair, eyes serious, lips pressed together. “You haven’t messed up our pack. Missy is visiting and I haven’t been able to convince her to tell me where she’s from.”

Tad shook his head in confusion. “She told me.”

“Well, she must have trusted you more than you realized. Keil couldn’t even get it out of her and that tells me she’s either damn strong or damn scared about something. I also never called you an ass for fooling around with Missy but for stopping. Big difference, bucko. I need to ask you something. If Missy wasn’t a wolf would you have liked to make love with her?”

What was Shaun up to? “Of course. You know I’ve liked her since high school and I didn’t know she was a wolf. I had even decided that—”

Shaun held up his hand and jumped in. “Right. Let me get this straight. You would go out with Missy, even sleep with her as a human. What if she fell in love with you? Do you think you could have fallen in love with her?”

Tad didn’t understand where this was going. “Yes.”

“Then you won’t be upset to find out she didn’t care if FirstMate triggered a false mate because she’s always been a little in love with you and she figured it was far better to love you even if you didn’t return her feelings.” Shaun dropped his voice, shaking his head slightly. “She’s hurting bad right now, Tad. She’s in physical pain because of the damn trigger thing, but emotional pain too because you managed to turn her down.”

“Because I didn’t want to hurt her!”

Shaun pulled a face. “Well nice going on that one, Einstein. She saved your butt and she needs you. Now you can get all human shy and shit on your own time, but if you’re any kind of man you’re going to go and make things right with her whether she’s your mate or not.”

A crash carried from the kitchen into the bedroom followed by loud cursing. Shaun leapt to his feet and stomped to the door. “Bloody idiot, TJ, you burning the house down or making coffee?” He looked back at Tad. “Well?”

He was glad his head wasn’t physically spinning anymore because it was doing triple lutz trying to keep up with this conversation. “Well what?”

“Do I go get Missy or do you stay an asshole?”

He’s got to be kidding. Tad gestured to the bed and his shaky body. “You want me to seduce the woman when I’ve been sick in bed for three days?”

Shaun laugh was harsh and loud in the quiet room. “You were over the flu the first day. The rest of it is a side effect from your own stupidity. As soon as I bring Missy in here you’ll feel much better. Trust me.”

Did Missy really need him that much? If Tad were thinking more clearly in the first place, he wouldn’t have caused this trouble. It came down to doing the right thing.

Tad stared out the window. So much of the past couple of years for him had revolved around the pack and learning about being a wolf. He’d become so distracted by his need to become triggered, he’d left all his human goals behind. That had been a mistake.

He thought about the way Missy had grinned at him the first day they’d met so many years ago. The way her eyes lit with mischief when she’d teased him. The sound of her laughter. The touch of her hand. He caught himself smiling as he remembered how she made him feel about himself, like he was capable and trustworthy.

Holy crap, he was in love with her.

Tad took a deep breath as he realized he not only knew the right thing to do but that he wanted to do it. Longed for it. Even though Missy was getting a false-mate sign, he would make sure she never felt unloved. Really, it was no different than what his life plan had been before he’d found out he had wolf genes—meet a girl, fall in love, get married.

He turned back to face Shaun. “Where is she?”

“She’s in Shaun’s bed,” TJ said as he stuck his head into the room and anger streaked through Tad. Shaun caught a glimpse of it and shoved TJ into the wall.

“Smooth move, slick. Tad, it’s okay. I’ve been sleeping on your couch and one of the girls from the pack has been taking care of Missy. I haven’t touched her.”

TJ chuckled. “Yeah, no one touches her because it’s freaky to hear the noises she makes.”

“TJ!”

Tad made up his mind. “Shaun, I need to ask a big favour. Can I use your apartment for…well, until we don’t need it anymore? I’ll go over there. That way no one will have to touch Missy.”

Shaun let out a big breath. “Good decision, Tad. See, this is why I’m your friend. Can I help you?”

Tad reached to pull on his jeans then changed his mind. He wasn’t planning on being dressed for too long anyway. He gingerly slipped on the huge robe Robyn had given him for Christmas with Pilots Do It on the Fly embroidered on the back, and headed for the bathroom. “Give me a couple minutes to clean up. I can walk but you’re going to have to drive. If I got pulled over I wouldn’t know how to explain to the RCMP why I’m dressed like this in February.”

“Doesn’t anyone want a drink?” TJ asked as he held up the steaming pot of dark liquid.

Tad sniffed the air. “TJ, where did you get the coffee grounds?”

TJ pointed to a container on the windowsill.

Shaun coughed. “I shouldn’t drink any of it. Right, Tad?”

“Right. Unless you’re looking to develop strong foliage and bright green leaves.”

TJ sniffed the pot. “I thought it smelt exotic…”