Shiftless

Chapter 20

Tearing myself away from Wolfie—again—was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. But I could just imagine my nephew's terror since the boy hadn't grown up among werewolves and was now facing his first shift alone and in a strange place. My urge to protect Keith was nearly as strong as my yearning to take Wolfie and run away from Haven as fast as I could, especially when I considered the fact that my nephew might even now be caught midshift. Or perhaps Keith's wolf brain had completely taken control of their shared body and was heading past Haven's boundaries and toward the normal human population. I'd do just about anything to prevent Keith from having to live with the same guilt I bore due to my wolf's actions during our shared teen years.

But hunting down a confused teenage werewolf seemed easy in comparison to the task Wolfie faced. The young alpha seemed confident in his ability to beat my father at pool, and my father had agreed to the proposed challenge, albeit with a mocking laugh, so the winner would be Haven's leader. But Crazy Wilder had filled the pool room with my most scary-looking male cousins, and Wolfie had no one to back him up. Plus, my father had won 95% of the games I'd seen him play during my childhood, and I couldn't quite imagine how Wolfie could have honed his skills enough during the last week to provide any kind of competition for the billiards master. It was traditional to put the losing werewolf in a pack-leader challenge to death, and the notion of returning from my own hunt to a world lacking Wolfie's calm presence made me shiver. Still, this was the best plan we'd been able to come up with, and the only one that could possibly result in everyone leaving the room alive...assuming Wolfie's skills were up to par.

"Trust me," the younger alpha said quietly as he walked past my dithering form and into the pool room. Wolfie had gone outside a minute earlier to pick up the cue stick he'd left on the doorstep, proof that his challenge hadn't been a spur-of-the-moment decision, and now he was screwing together the two halves of his stick even as he strode toward my father. Looking over Wolfie's shoulder, I could see the Chief frown slightly, aware that he'd lost one of his home-court advantages—knowledge of which cue sticks were perfect and which had just enough of a warp to send a ball swirling off in the wrong direction.

"Best two games out of three?" Wolfie asked, the phrase nearly a command instead of a question, and I saw the wolf behind my father's eyes snarl as the Chief nodded without thinking. As hard as it was to believe since I'd seen my father dominate everyone in his path for my entire lifetime, Wolfie was the more alpha of the two. But my father was far from whipped.

"As the challenged party, I assume I go first?" he asked, and I could tell that the Chief's words were meant to make Wolfie echo my father's earlier unconscious agreement. But, instead, my favorite alpha pursed his lips and shook his head slowly.

"I thought we'd go traditional and lag," rumbled his wolf.

I wanted to stay and watch, but I knew Keith was waiting, and there was nothing I could do now that the challenge was underway. So I turned away, the sound of pool balls on the sidewall echoing in my mind as I walked past my cousins and out the door.

***

I assumed it would be a struggle to shift, but as soon as I stepped out of my clothes on the back stoop, my wolf surged to the forefront and we became canine so easily I didn't even notice the change occurring. After fighting against the shift and then fighting to force the shift for so long, it felt strange to realize that I was now able to change forms as seamlessly as Wolfie did. But I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I just relaxed into the transformation.

That thought reminded me of the competition going on inside, though, and my wolf and I scented the air, feeling my father's annoyance and Wolfie's elation as the younger alpha won the right to go first. A good sign. Let's hope Wolfie could keep up his lead while I was gone.