(Un)bidden (Judgement of the Six #4)

Understanding why they’d suddenly appeared helped ease some of my fear.

“We’re not here to tempt you, but we are the reason more Elders are needed. Winifred will return Friday. Until then, you’re welcome to take one of the rooms on the first floor and some clothes.” I really hoped they’d get the hint and put some pants on.

The man in front didn’t lose his grin as he took a step toward me. A hand clapped down on his shoulder, stopping his advance.

“Remember why we’re here,” the second man said.

The third stepped forward. “We’re here because there aren’t enough females for all of us. Yet, here are two, and one seems a definite possibility. We haven’t committed to anything. Why not explore the possibilities.” As he spoke, he began to change. Most notably, his teeth.

I wasn’t about to allow another bite. I struck out suddenly and violently with my will. Wait outside. All four men stumbled back and blinked dazedly. Then, as one, they turned and left.

Mary gave me a shaken look as I exhaled slowly.

“What did Winifred have to say about them?” I asked, hoping Mary would think Winifred had sent them out.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think of her. I just reached out to Thomas. He’s on his way.” She paused for a moment. “Winifred is speaking to them now and to Thomas. He’s angry none of the men he left here stopped them from entering.”

I turned away from Mary, not wanting her to see my worry or frustration. All of Thomas’ talk about protecting, and where was he? And Winifred? I thought she reached out to everyone who came here to tell them not to bite me.

“Can you set out the bowls and plates?” I said to Mary, keeping my voice level and calm. I went to the fire, removed the two birds, then set the food on the tables.

Outside, a chorus of growls rose loud and fierce. Because I was near the window, I automatically looked up.

Thomas strode from the woods. He focused on the wolves crouched near the door. I glanced at them as well. Anton, Bine, and Gregory surrounded them. Both sides eyed each other warily, with the strangers growling and casting glances at Thomas. One of the wolves looked back at the window and caught me watching. He stared at me. He shifted his position slightly, angling himself more toward the window. His muscles bunched. Would he really try to get to me through the window?

Quickly looking away, I focused on Thomas. He saw the wolf watching me, and his face twisted in rage. Instead of walking or running the last few yards, he jumped. As he flew through the air, he shifted from man to wolf and landed right in front of the one watching me. The newcomer twisted at the sound of Thomas’ landing and growled. Thomas dove for him.

Mary tugged me back. “We need to go upstairs. Now. Winifred’s orders.”

“No. Tell Winifred, I will keep you safe. I need to know what’s happening. I thought they were here to be Elders.”

“Winifred says their actions show their selfishness. None of them would have passed. Two have already challenged Thomas for leadership. The three will fight. The last one standing commands the pack.”

I turned to look out the window. It seemed that the two challengers had decided to help each other. One taunted Thomas while the other tried to sneak behind him. Thomas was too smart for the move. He carefully kept himself positioned so he could see both of them while he slowly backed away from the building.

One of the wolves looked back at the two who still hovered near our door. Anton, Gregory, and Bine moved to block them from joining the fight. The two outsiders shifted back into men, crossed their arms, and widened their stance. Gregory nodded his approval, and the three turned back toward the fight.

One of the outsiders glanced at the window and grinned at me. While still meeting my gaze, he edged closer to the door. His companion remained close, guarding the movements of the first man so they wouldn’t appear obvious.

“Mary, tell Thomas not to worry about us and to stay focused on his fight, no matter what.”

I stepped away from the window and waited. It didn’t take long for the latch to move. As soon as the door opened, I swung out. Leave.

This time the man and his companion flew backward, out into the yard. One knocked into Bine and almost brought him down.

Anton, Gregory, and Bine immediately shifted into wolves. They surrounded the men, their snarls and poised positions keeping them where they lay.

I stepped out into the rain and looked down at the fallen men.

“You are no longer welcome. Leave,” I said, pointing to the trees. They rose, growled at me, then turned and ran. Anton and Bine followed them to the edge of the trees while Gregory stood in front of me.

Their retreat distracted one of the wolves fighting Thomas. Thomas used that opening to lunge forward. He clamped down over the other’s muzzle. If the wolf bled, the rain washed it away before I could notice.