PROMISES
The Alpha said, “We’re leaving.”
Ox stood near the doorway, smaller than I’d ever seen him. The skin under his eyes looked bruised.
This wasn’t going to go well. Ambushes never did.
“What?” Ox asked, eyes narrowing slightly. “When?”
“Tomorrow.”
He said, “You know I can’t leave yet,” and I touched the raven on my forearm, feeling the flutter of wings, the pulse of magic. It burned. “I have to meet with Mom’s lawyer in two weeks to go over her will. There’s the house and—”
“Not you, Ox,” Joe Bennett said, sitting behind his father’s desk. Thomas Bennett was nothing but ash.
I saw the moment the words sank in. It was savage and brutal, the betrayal of a heart already broken.
“And not Mom. Or Mark.”
Carter and Kelly Bennett shifted uncomfortably, standing side by side near Joe. I wasn’t pack and hadn’t been for a long, long time, but even I could feel the low thrum of anger coursing through them. But not at Joe. Or Ox. Or anyone in this room. They had revenge in their blood, the need to rend with claw and fang. They were already lost to the idea of it.
But so was I. Ox just didn’t know it yet.
“So it’s you,” Ox said. “And Carter. Kelly.”
“And Gordo.”
And now he did. Ox didn’t look at me. It might as well have been just the two of them in the room. “And Gordo. Where are you going?”
“To do what’s right.”
“Nothing about this is right,” Ox retorted. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I’m telling you now,” he said, and oh, Joe. He had to know this wasn’t—
“Because that’s the right— Where are you going?”
“After Richard.”
Once, when Ox was a boy, his piece-of-shit father had left for parts unknown without so much as a glance over his shoulder. It took weeks for Ox to pick up the phone and call me, but he did. He’d spoken slowly, but I’d heard the hurt in every word as he told me We’re not doing okay, that he was seeing letters from the bank talking about taking away the house he and his mom lived in down that old familiar dirt road.
Could I have a job? It’s just we need the money and I can’t let her lose the house. It’s all we have left. I’d do good, Gordo. I would do good work and I’d work for you forever. It was going to happen anyway and can we just do it now? Can we just do it now? I’m sorry. I just need to do it now because I have to be the man now.
That was the sound of a boy lost.
And here in front of me, the lost boy had returned. Oh sure, he was bigger now, but his mother was in the ground, his Alpha nothing but smoke in the stars, his mate, of all fucking things, digging his claws into his chest and twisting, twisting, twisting.
I did nothing to stop it. It was already too late. For all of us.
“Why?” Ox asked, voice cracking right down the middle.
Why, why, why.
Because Thomas was dead.
Because they’d taken from us.
Because they’d come to Green Creek, Richard Collins and his Omegas, their eyes violet in the dark, snarling as they came to face the fallen king.
I had done what I could.
It wasn’t enough.
Copyright © 2018 by Travis Klune
