Dead Heat (Alpha and Omega) - Patricia Briggs Page 0,101

a calming influence on other werewolves. Right now she needs to keep her fighting edge. As soon as she’s found the wolf shape, I’ll be more useful.”

Someone knocked at the front door just as Chelsea’s voice roared out again. Before Anna could decide how to handle visitors, the door opened and Wade started in at a run.

He saw Anna and Max and paused in his dash.

“Chelsea?” he asked Anna.

She nodded. “In the kitchen.”

Wade glanced at her. “Are you coming in?”

“No,” she told him. “We’ve found that having an Omega too close slows down the first change.”

He grimaced; no one wanted to slow down a change. Then he sucked in a breath. “Omega?” He blinked at her a moment. “That’s what it was.” He gave her a smile. “Thanks. I’ve never had such a weird reaction to a wolf before.”

Chelsea made another noise and he bolted for the kitchen. After fifteen minutes or so, the sounds all died down.

“Have you seen Hosteen in his wolf form?” Anna asked Max, though her eyes were directed at the kitchen. She had a vivid memory of how alone she’d felt the first few months she’d been a wolf.

“Yes,” he said.

“Scare you?”

“Not after the first time,” he said.

She turned to him. “Truthfully. No judgment at all on you. Even a normal wolf makes most people want to find a door to hide behind, no matter how often they see them.”

He smiled. “He’s beautiful,” he said, and there was no fear in him.

“Anna,” Charles called out quietly.

“That’s my cue,” she told Max. “Wait here and if everything is okay, we’ll introduce you to your mother’s wolf.”

When Anna got back to the kitchen, Chelsea had pushed her butt into the corner between the fridge and the wall. Her head was half-lowered, but her nose kept wrinkling into a snarl.

Like Charles’s older brother, Samuel, she was icy white with bluish-white eyes, but the tips of her ears and her eyes were lined in the same medium brown that covered her belly and the underside of her tail.

Wade was the closest to her. He was on one knee with his head bowed. Yeah, Anna had been pretty sure Chelsea was going to come out dominant. They were going to have issues trying to put her down on the bottom of the pecking order with the females who had no wolf mate to gain rank. Not when the pack’s second was already acknowledging her dominance over him.

“Hey, Chelsea,” Anna said cheerfully. Silver eyes met hers and the snarl slid off the new wolf’s face. Anna kept talking. “It’s okay if things are a little mixed up right now. Just wait a second and it will all come back.” She walked in front of Wade and let her wolf bring the tension in the room down.

“Having warning doesn’t help at all,” said Hosteen.

“Sure it does,” Charles said. “You aren’t giggling this time.”

Hosteen made an odd noise, a half growl, half laugh that attracted Chelsea’s attention. The new wolf’s hackles rose and she let out an unhappy whine.

The Alpha left his post leaning against the sink and walked up to Chelsea. He took her muzzle in his hand, meeting her eyes and holding them. If he worried that she had insufficient control to keep her wolf from biting him, Anna couldn’t see it.

Slowly, shivering with stress, Chelsea dropped to the ground and rolled over, giving Hosteen the unprotected vulnerability of her belly. He held her there a moment, then let her up.

“Good,” he told her. “Begin as you mean to go on, Chelsea. You are in charge and the wolf must listen to you.”

“Max is waiting,” said Anna. “Do you think it’s safe, Hosteen?”

Chelsea gave a panicked yip and scrambled back into the corner.

“Chelsea,” Hosteen said. “I promise you won’t hurt him.”

She held his eyes for three heartbeats.

“It will be okay,” he said.

She dropped her eyes and took two steps away from the corner, still looking unhappy.

Max, summoned by Anna’s call, stopped in the doorway, and for a moment Anna thought it was going to be bad. But then he grinned. “Wow, Mom. Kage is going to have a heart attack, you came out so pretty. He’s going to have to carry a silver-loaded shotgun to keep off the wolves in Hosteen’s pack. You’ve gotta see this in a mirror. Come on, there’s a full-length one in the main bathroom.”

They had about an hour of light left when they got to the barn. Anna was tired and stressed. She was pretty sure