different than the one he'd grown up with. "Brutalized" hadn't changed a bit.
"Brutalized how?" he asked hoarsely, suddenly remembering the rare rage he'd left Charles in when he'd brought Anna flowers. He had a brief image of a glimpse he'd had of Anna over Charles's shoulder. Had she been frightened?
Damn his penchant for causing trouble. What had he done?
Sage dug her fingers into the dirt, doubtless reliving her own brutal assault, which had resulted in her seeking sanctuary here in Aspen Creek a few years before he had come here. He should apologize for bringing that up, too. Clumsy, clumsy, Asil.
"What do you think they did to her?" she said finally, darkness clinging to her voice.
"Allah," he said softly-he'd never managed to get Charles so worked up before. And he'd left that poor child to deal with the results, thinking that any Omega could soothe her mate. He hadn't realized she'd already been hurt before. Truly he should have forced Bran to kill him a long time ago.
"What's wrong?"
"I need to go talk to Charles," he said, setting down his knife and getting to his feet. He was getting old and complacent, too ready to believe he was omniscient. He'd thought the boy had been waiting until his wounds were healed before consummating their attachment-instead he'd almost certainly been trying to give the girl time.
That Charles had come this morning to ask about Omegas might mean that something had gone wrong...and on the heels of that thought, he realized that Charles hadn't been asking about Sarai when he asked what happened if an Omega was tortured. He'd been asking about Anna.
"Talking with Charles is going to be difficult," Sage said dryly. "He took Anna and went after some rogue over in the Cabinets. There's no cell phone reception out there."
"The Cabinets?" He frowned at her, remembering the limp Charles had been hiding in church yesterday. He'd been doing a better job this morning, but Asil could still see he was stiff. "He was wounded."
"Umm." She nodded. "I heard he got shot in Chicago, silver bullets. But there's some rogue werewolf running around attacking people. Killed one and wounded another in less than a week-Heather Morrell's partner was the one wounded. If we're going to keep it out of the news, the rogue has to be taken out as soon as possible, so he doesn't hurt anyone else. And who else does Bran have to send after him? Samuel's not suitable, even if he hadn't just headed back to Washington this morning. Word is that Bran's worried it might be a ploy on the part of the European wolves, to see if they can cause enough trouble that Bran reconsiders going public. So he needs a dominant wolf."
How Sage knew so much about everything that went on in the Marrok's pack had ceased to astound Asil a long time ago.
"He could have sent me," said Asil, not really paying attention to his own words. It was good news if Anna had gone with Charles, wasn't it? Surely it meant he hadn't done any permanent harm to her with his teasing.
Sage looked at him. "Send you? Could he, really? I saw you at church yesterday morning."
"He could have sent me," Asil repeated. Sage, he knew, was beginning to suspect that his madness was feigned. Bran probably thought so, too, since he hadn't just killed him, though Asil had requested it of him repeatedly-fifteen years of "not yet." It was too bad that both Sage and Bran were wrong. His madness was a more subtle thing, and it might kill them all in the end.
Asil was a danger to everyone around him, and if he weren't such a coward he'd have made Bran take care of the problem when he'd first arrived here, or any day since then.
He could have at least taken out the lone rogue wolf; he owed Bran that much.
"I don't think Charles was hurt too badly," she said in conciliatory tones.
So Charles had been successful at hiding his wounds from Sage, but he knew better. It would take a lot to make that old lobo move so badly at the funeral, where so many could see.
Asil took a deep breath. Charles was tough, and he knew the Cabinets better than anyone. Even wounded, a single rogue wolf would be no match for him. It was all right. He'd just make sure and apologize to both of them when he saw them next-and hope he hadn't caused any irreparable damage