I gave a slow nod, not knowing what more I could share other than Richard’s address. I didn’t think the address would do much good. I highly doubted Blake would be sitting at the house with all the news coverage I saw online.
Charlene motioned for Thomas to lead the way. Emmitt’s thumb smoothed over the side of my hand as we followed. His touch momentarily distracted me from my thoughts.
Thomas opened the door to a small, windowless room. Its sole furnishing was a battered rectangle dining table, surrounded by mismatched chairs. Nana Wini and another man I’d never met already sat at the table. Everyone moved to join them.
“Michelle, this is Elder Sam,” Emmitt said as he held out a chair for me.
I recognized the name of Nana’s stock market friend and said a quiet hello as I sat. Sam nodded in greeting but remained silent. He looked just as I imagined him; aged, but not stooped, with neat, grey hair and kind brown eyes.
Emmitt took a seat beside me. “This room has been soundproofed, so we won’t be overheard.”
Charlene nodded. “Nana Wini told us the Forlorn ignored her command to leave. That is cause for concern. But I’m more concerned about the things you said on the way here.”
I gave Emmitt a sidelong glance.
“You shouldn’t need to live in fear,” Charlene said. “I’ve seen these people do amazing things. Let’s face this together. But in order to do that, we need to know everything you know about those men. Do you have any idea why they could ignore an Elder?”
I wanted to laugh. “How could I possibly know anything like that? I’ve known about werewolves less than a month.”
“Emmitt mentioned you thought Blake was one of us. You were near him for more than four years. Tell us about him,” she said.
Did I know something I hadn’t yet realized? I thought back to the beginning, scrutinizing everything I could remember. Sure, it had been Blake who was responsible for my prison, but he hadn’t been there most of the time, just at the dinners and infrequent visits to confer with David or Richard. There wasn’t much else.
They remained silent, patiently waiting.
“I don’t know what you’re looking for,” I said finally. “I thought Blake was just like everyone else. Human. But, he was mean. He’d come over and ask me about my premonitions. He sometimes asked if I saw anything other than market tips. I always wished I did see something more. But it wasn’t until...”
It wasn’t until I met Emmitt that they’d changed. With that thought, I realized Blake had known that my premonitions would evolve. It explained why he kept asking; he’d been waiting for my answer to change.
I looked down at the table in shock. Was that why he’d brought his men over?
His men. The thought stuck in my head and pieces fell into place.
“No. You’re wrong,” I said looking up at Nana Wini, yet still lost in my own thoughts.
“About what, dear?”
“Pack leaders control the pack. Elders keep the peace between the packs through the pack leaders,” I said slowly, reasoning it out. “Yet, there are some of your kind you have trouble communicating with.” My thoughts felt right, but the implications scared me. “Before the night he shifted, I thought Blake’s control over the men he brought with him was just a businessman’s hold over his lackeys. But that night, it was more. I think he’s their leader. A pack leader. Those were his men. I think Blake is different. You can’t communicate with him, and because of that, his men. They are their own pack. A large pack.
“Many of his men commented on my smell. No, not smell. Scent. I never understood what they meant.” I looked at Emmitt. “I believe Blake brought those men over because he knew my premonitions would change when I met the right werewolf. They changed after I met you.”
Emmitt’s lips twitched, and the look in his eyes grew warm. Before I blushed, I turned my focus on the other members of our group.
“Now, I’ve seen actual people in my premonitions, not just stock tips. I think Blake meant to unlock that new piece of my gift. He knows more than we think, not only about my gift, but about why Elders can’t communicate with everyone like they should.”
The room remained quiet.
“I think you’re right,” Thomas said finally. “He does sound like he knows more.” He looked at Sam and Nana Wini. “But, is it worth the risk to find out what he knows when we have no way of controlling him?”
Sam and Nana Wini shared a glance.
“These gifted women are rare,” Sam said.
Huh? What gifted women? I glanced at Emmitt, confused, but Sam kept speaking.
“And we have yet to determine why these gifted women are compatible with us. Are they gifted because they are compatible or are they compatible because they are gifted? Are there other human women out there who are compatible but not gifted? There’s so much we don’t know. Charlene, your gift has never been clear to you; and with Gabby less than a month away from leaving for college, I think we need to find out what Blake knows.”
“Gifted?” I said to Charlene then swiveled toward Sam. “Who’s Gabby?”