Kellen tapped his fingers on his desk, deep in thought. "And it's not you."
"How could I?"
Kellen shrugged. "Who else aside from you would have a reason to attack the pack now?"
"I'll bet Josiah has made a lot of enemies over the years. One of them is taking advantage of his diminished pack."
"Yes, that would be most likely." He turned the screen to his computer so he could show her the streaming news. This one still had flames burning, but Samara could see the identification numbers. "But we don’t have a list of wolf shifters who want a piece of the Riverstone Pack, if any exist."
"I rode that railcar from Dilworth to Lincoln," she confirmed. "I switched railcars again in Lincoln."
Kellen turned the screen back toward himself. "Was that the third railcar you rode?"
"Yes." Samara's stomach turned to ice. "He’s getting closer to finding me."
"We won't let that happen." Kellen started typing into his computer, but she couldn't see what he was doing.
"How many wolf shifters are running around out there?"
Kellen kept his eyes on the screen. "There are packs all over the world. Wherever there are wolves, there are wolf shifters."
"Really?" Samara couldn't believe it. "I mean, with all of the technology out there, someone could use it to find a pack."
"Only if we give them a reason." Kellen stopped typing and pushed the keyboard away, focusing on her for the first time. "Most pack alphas have enough sense not to attract the attention of outsiders. If a wolf goes rogue, it's handled quietly."
"Handled, as in killed?" It sounded brutal, but considering what she had done to the Riverstone Pack, who was she to judge? "Have you ever had to kill a rogue?"
Kellen hesitated, but he didn't turn away from her. "Not since I moved here with my brothers."
Interesting. "So, the three of you are related."
"Not by blood." A small smile crossed Kellen's face as if he were remembering something pleasant. "We're just good friends."
"But not a pack."
"No, not a pack."
Clearly, he wasn't going to elaborate. "You're going to have to explain that to me, because from what I witnessed from the Riverstone Pack, the alpha's word is law."
"Yes, in wolf shifter hierarchy, the alpha's word is law, but most alphas work toward keeping their pack safe, not to accumulate money or power."
"But Josiah wants money and power."
Kellen's smile disappeared. "That's part of it, but not the end. He's using his money and power for something, but we don’t know what he really wants. I can’t imagine he’d tell his pack either."
Her curiosity got the better of her, so she jumped into dangerous waters. "Were you a part of his pack?"
"I grew up in the Riverstone Pack." Kellen grimaced, and looked away from her, up at the pictures on the wall. "It was fine as long as you stayed out of Josiah's way. If you caught his attention, though..."
"Which, I'm assuming, you did."
"Not in any way that angered him. I was his best omega. A guard at first, then his bodyguard, after that his assassin."
Earlier she had thought he had all the good qualities an alpha should have, but he really was an omega.
"So, does that mean you're stronger and smarter than all of the other omegas?"
"I do not have anecdotal or empirical evidence to suggest that. Stephen and Leo are omegas, and they're just as strong and smart as I am."
