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his, no sign that he d done anything other than emulated the Stillwells and decided this wasn t a fight he
was prepared to join.
With that, the race for Alpha came to a grinding halt. The vote remained split evenly, and both sides
knew that wouldn t change. Who of the remaining ten would switch sides? One of the Santoses, who
despised Jeremy as much as Malcolm did? One of the Sorrentinos, all three of whom had been Jeremy s
friends and supporters from childhood? Peter, who owed Jeremy his life and nearly died at the hands of
Malcolm? Me? Of course not. The only three who might have been swayed were now gone. So we
were deadlocked, and nothing in the Legacy or the Law gave us any ideas on how to break the
stalemate.
Stalemate
We spent six months locked in that stalemate, neither side willing or even able to budge. Contrary to
Malcolm s dire predictions, hordes of mutts did not descend when they heard the Pack was leaderless.
They did, however, pace at the edge of our territory, like scavengers who weren tsure their prey was
dead yet.
At first, Malcolm was content to bare his teeth now and then and hope Peter or Jorge would cave, but
we circled our wagons fast enough that everyone felt safe. But that only meant that Malcolm had to do
more than threaten he had to consider eliminating one of us. By the new year, we didn t so much as
dare collect the mail without backup.
I managed to make it through the fall term but when it ended, I told Jeremy I wasn t going back not
until this problem was resolved. He argued, of course, but he understood where my priorities lay and that
this wasn t so much a matter of choice as necessity. I couldn t concentrate on school knowing my
absence put everyone in danger. So I told the university I was having problems at home and arranged to
resume my studies the next fall.
In April, Malcolm launched his first strike. All six of us were at Stonehaven, and we d decided to blow
off some steam with a deer hunt. Once we found a deer, we split into pairs. Jeremy and Antonio had
looped around in front of the stag. Nick and I chased it from the left side while Jorge and Peter took the
right flank position. Then the four of us would drive it to where Jeremy and Antonio were waiting.
I was running ahead of Nick. I shouldn t have been I should have stayed at his side but he d
stumbled in an animal hole and, once I d checked to make sure he was okay, I d dashed ahead, eager to
catch up before the stag realized its left flank was unprotected. After a few bounds, I could see the stag
ahead, and hear Nick racing up behind me. A shot cracked. Then a yelp. I wheeled to see Nick fly
sideways. As I raced back to him, the smell of blood and gunpowder hit me, and I knew he d been shot.
The next half-hour is a blur. Peter and Jorge, having heard the shot, ran back. Then Peter went to get
Jeremy while Jorge Changed. I stayed where I was, standing over Nick, frantically licking at the blood
that poured from his shoulder. When Jeremy arrived, he was in human form. I dimly recall him struggling
to pull me off Nick, then Antonio arriving and dragging me off his son. I stayed there, as close as they
would allow, until I heard the words "he ll be okay." Then I slid into the nearest thicket and Changed.
When I peeked out, I saw Peter hurry to Jeremy with the medical kit from the house. I stayed hidden for
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another couple of minutes, as I listened to them. Once I knew that I hadn t misheard, and Nick would
indeed survive, I slipped out the other way and crept back to my clothes. I dressed, raced to the house,
grabbed my keys and took off.
Malcolm was in Syracuse, where he d been since this all started. I knew exactly where he was staying
because he d told us, as if daring us to try something.
I should have known he d go after Nick. Of the six of us, Nick was, arguably, the weakest, being the
newest werewolf, with little fight experience outside our practice sessions. Yet all this time, we d focused
on protecting Peter and Jorge, not Nick. Why? Because no one, including myself, seriously thought
Malcolm would harm Nick. He liked Nick. I suppose that s naive, to think that someone as ambitious
and ruthless as Malcolm wouldn t kill a person he liked, but to us it made more sense that he d go after
Peter or Jorge, both men that Malcolm barely tolerated. Yet it was more than that. We thought Nick was
safe not only because Malcolm was genuinely fond of him, but because he was Antonio s son and my
best friend, and Antonio and I were Malcolm s favorites, no matter how little we wanted the honor.
Despite this, I never doubted that Malcolm had shot Nick. Hunters hadn t set foot on Stonehaven s
property in well over a generation. The Danverses had always made it clear that they didn t want hunters
on the estate and, since they were otherwise good neighbors, and there was plenty of other forest in the
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