David slipped his hands behind his head. "Lots of guys in Kintail's pack are interested in her."
"Yet she only has eyes for you. You heard that police officer, Adams. He was peeved as hell. Said she hadn't made those fudge brownies or that special stew of hers for anyone in the pack until the two of us arrived."
David smiled. "Damn good, too. But who says she made them for me, and not because of some whim of hers? For you, even?"
"She watched you to see what you thought of her cooking. Of course you made a big impression when you went back for thirds."
"They were good."
"Yep. And she has the hots for you. So you ought to use it to our advantage."
Don't jump to conclusions, Faith warned herself as she stared in disbelief at her clothes strewn all over the cabin while Leidolf Wildhaven stood on the braided rug among a pink bra and four pairs of panties ranging from matching pink to black. He didn't look like a guilty man caught in the act, which may have been the reason for her thinking he had nothing to do with messing with her stuff. But he did have a hint of a smile on his lips and in his gaze, which irritated the hell out of her.
She noted, too, that not one thing of Cameron's had been touched.
"What are you doing in my cabin?" She stormed into the place and started to grab up a sweater, when she smelled the odor of urine.
"You've made an enemy," Leidolf said, matter-of factly. "Female. She left her calling card."
Now, Faith was really ticked off. "Who?" But as soon as the word was out of her mouth, she figured who. Lila Grayson. And despite being the type who was always civilized even under the most uncivilized conditions, Faith wanted to pay her back.
"Don't know the woman to match her with the scent." Leidolf sniffed the air and raised his brows. "We need to talk."
"You don't smell like one of us," Cameron said, yanking a plastic bag out from under the kitchen sink. "What's your story?"
Faith stared at Leidolf. He was from Portland. He couldn't be an Arctic wolf also.
"You saw me the other day. In my wolf form."
"A red wolf?" Cameron's eyes widened.
"A red wolf?" Faith parroted, helping Cameron to pick up her things. Clothes that hadn't been peed on, she deposited on the bed. The rest of the stuff went into the plastic trash bag, while she cursed silently to herself. "You said you were bitten by a wolf, too. Not one of Kintail's?"
"No. He and his people are Arctic wolves. I'm a red. Then there are grays. Arctic wolves are a subspecies of the gray. Beyond that, I wasn't bitten and changed like the two of you. Not that I haven't been bitten before. That comes along with the territory as a pack leader."
Faith snapped her gaping mouth shut.
Cameron flicked his gaze Faith's way.
"The two of us? You know for sure I'm one also now?" She collapsed on one of the dining room chairs. She didn't feel any differently, well, except for a sudden bit of light-headedness, but that wasn't from being a wolf, but being told she was one. "How… are you certain?"
"It's subtle. You have a special scent. You're one of us now. Guaranteed."
Faith looked a little ill. Cameron had prayed he hadn't infected her. He guessed it was as she said, everyone's system reacted differently to the change, although he'd been trying to sense anything that might have altered about her. He'd hoped since her wound had been nearly superficial that she might not have been infected. But he couldn't break free of the gnawing at his gut that he was responsible for her condition.
Part of him felt like he had to keep and protect her, since she was like him and he'd made her that way. Part of him worried she'd hate him for what he had done to her. And since they had both recently weathered dissolved relation ships, he figured that might create even more problems. Yet he couldn't deny how much he wanted her.
He joined her and rubbed her back. She relaxed a little, but just stared at the floor, and he assumed she was thinking about how much this was going to affect her. At least for himself, he couldn't quit thinking about how he could live amongst humans and continue to work with his partners the way he was now.
"How could you have been born this way?" he asked Leidolf.
"My mother and father and all their ancestors, or most of them, were lupus garous. So that makes me one, too. Or rather a royal, one who has barely any human genes." He gave a small smile, arrogant, as if everyone could figure that out.
Faith looked up at Leidolf. "Why are you here? Charles's cousin, George, said that Kintail's pack controls this area. Since you're a red from Portland…" She didn't say anything further.
Portland, where Faith was from. As much of an alpha as Leidolf appeared to be in his wolf form, Cameron assumed he ran his own pack in Portland.
"You've seen the killings. The one at Kintail's offices, and the one out here. What did you make of it?" Leidolf questioned in response.
"You're investigating them? With Kintail's permis sion?" Cameron asked, not figuring that Kintail would have given it, unless Leidolf had special qualifications to deal with something like this.
Leidolf offered another subdued smile. "Not exactly. But it's my business because it also involves my pack, so…" He shrugged.
Cameron frowned. "Your pack out of Portland?"
"That's where I'm from, now. Do you want her?" Leidolf asked Cameron, but before he could answer, Leidolf responded for him. "It's obvious you do."
The pheromones Cameron was giving off must have clued Leidolf. Cameron could smell Faith's, too. Although he wasn't sure if that was purely a biological issue, or if something deeper down triggered it.
"What I'm getting at is do you want her for your mate? Permanently? We take a mate for life, no adul terous affairs, no divorces. Once we've mated with one of our own kind, that's it. Although in a couple of rare cases, researchers discovered pack leaders among the wolves with two mates at the same time; it's not the case with us. Partly it's an inborn thing with us—one mate at a time, no desire for another. Maybe our genetic predisposition evolved that way because we haven't had enough females to go around as it is. But I've always suspected it goes a lot deeper. My sister would say it has to do with finding your soul mate. Although I'm not certain I'd go as far as believing that."
Leidolf seemed deep in thought for a minute. "Then again, maybe she's right. With our werewolf kind, if we can find one, we're able to select a mate. It's not just left up to the alpha leaders like in most real wolf packs. And if we're able, we can have our own offspring. But like with real wolves, in a rare instance, one of our kind might deviate from the norm and take a second mate while already having one. Just like with any species where one of its kind does something that isn't normally done."
From Leidolf's glum expression, Cameron assumed he knew someone who had deviated from the norm. Which made Cameron curious as to the outcome.
"I take it you know someone who had a couple of mates at the same time. What happened?"
Leidolf's face darkened. "Let's just say it didn't have a happy ending." Taking a deep breath, he added, "Before you're mated with one of our kind, you can have sex with any number of humans. We're immune to their sexually transmitted diseases and normally can't get a human pregnant. As long as we don't get ourselves killed off accidentally, we live long lives, aging a year for every thirty once we reach eighteen. So be sure of what you want. I only mention all this because I assume the one who bit you and intended to kill you didn't give you any insight into the way we live."
Not saying a word, Faith left her chair and began heating the water in the tea kettle.
Cameron wondered what kind of a mess he'd gotten himself into. He figured there'd be a big learning curve, but not that he would have to adapt that much. Mainly, control the timing of the shifts, but the werewolf politics was another matter.
As far as taking a mate for life… he glanced at Faith, saw the vulnerability in her sparkling green eyes. Whether it was right or wrong, he craved having her for his own. From the moment he had walked out of his bathroom and saw her standing in his hotel room, her boots on the floor as if she was getting ready to stay, he'd wanted her.
"I don't know how it is with Arctic lupus garous, but with red and grays, we have a severe shortage of females. So…" Leidolf shrugged. "… finding another mate could be difficult, if you and Faith aren't itching to become mates. Once Kintail's bachelor males discover a new, unclaimed female lupus garou is in his territory, better watch out. Of course, that's saying there's a shortage of females in his pack."
Crap, what else? He had intended to send her home for her own protection from Kintail and his people as soon as Cameron knew for sure she hadn't been turned. But he'd never expected the unmated population of Arctic magical wolves in the area might try to claim her for their own.
"If a pack leader had it in mind to kill me and I was newly turned, I'd be leaving this area pronto." Leidolf removed his parka. After folding it over the couch back, he took a seat on one of the kitchen chairs. "So what can you tell me about Kintail and his people?"
The concept was probably preposterous, but Cameron had to ask. "There's no cure for this condition?"
Chapter 15
FAITH JERKED HER HEAD AROUND TO SEE LEIDOLF'S RESPONSE, but the smile on his lips told her all she needed to know. No cure existed for the werewolf condition.
"No sense in fighting what we are. You are what you are. Of course being a red would be preferable to an Arctic wolf. Limits where you can live in some regards."
"Red wolves aren't all that common either," Cameron said, sarcasm in his voice and Faith smiled at him, thankful he'd had a swift comeback when she couldn't think of one for the life of her.
Leidolf shrugged. "You're right of course. I'd still rather be a red than anything else. You'll both have a new lifestyle to an extent, but for the most part, I'm sure you'll adjust well enough. However, you'll need to live with an established pack while you learn our ways. You might have to go to Alaska to find one. Since Kintail's from the Canadian Arctic, from what I understand, you won't be able to join his pack up there. Unless there are others in the area."