Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Wolf
W hen I return to the packhouse, I stride straight into Flint’s quarters. “I’m claiming the lass,” I announce.
He is reading a letter and looks up with a raised brow.
I realize my entrance was somewhat abrupt and that I had interrupted him. Still, I am here now; it’s better to forge on.
He sets the letter aside. “I wondered how long it would take you.”
He does not seem surprised. He does not ask me who the lass is.
My brows draw together. “You have not asked me who it is?”
He leans back in his chair. “Fawn…The lass was near in tears when I told her you wanted to send her to the human village.” His casual air disappears, and the dominant pack leader reflects in his eyes. “I do not like upsetting lasses. She is a sweet thing. Thank fuck, you pulled your head out of your ass and did the right thing.”
He gestures toward the chair opposite.
I sit down heavily on it. “Has it been that obvious?”
“To everyone but you. I had Petunia in here earlier, chewing my ear out. That woman has absolutely no respect for a pack leader. Maybe it’s because she’s a highborn lady or because she was once a pack leader’s mate. Either way, the woman is overly bold and is intimidated by no one.”
Petunia is formidable, and her daughter was a handful until she mated an orc hybrid last year.
“We will need to find you suitable accommodation within the pack village,” he continues. “I assume you’re not about to rescind your role of enforcer.”
I have not thought that far ahead, but now I am not convinced Fawn will want to give up her cottage. Still, as a pack enforcer, I need to be close on hand. “I have not formally claimed her yet.”
He rubs his jaw. “What exactly have you done with the lass then? Is she still alone in the cottage?”
“She’s not fucking alone. She has never been alone since the day her mother passed. I have a couple of lads stay close to her home during the night.”
He chuckles. “And did this not give you warning bells?”
I scowl at him. “It was the right thing to do… Also, she was too fucking young… She is still too young, truth be told. But given I would kill any man who attempts to woo her, there is no fucking hope for it. For reasons that escape me, she responds to me and my ways.”
“She is a sweet lass,” he agrees.
“She is a handful,” I say wryly, one I cannot wait to make mine.