Joy to the Wolves (Red Wolf #1) - Terry Spear Page 0,135
that’s it.” Heather placed their order with RUSH stamped on it. She’d never used the stamp before, but this was certainly one of those times it came in handy.
“Not that film. A new one. More of a…fantasy,” Patrick said. “Featuring wolves, even.”
“At the MacNeill’s castle? No,” she said, shaking her head. She wasn’t lying. Ian MacNeill swore they would never have another film shot at their castle. At the time they’d been in dire straits financially, and the only way to keep the castle solvent was to do the film. Wolf packs had to keep their identity secret. Having tons of non-wolves traipsing through Argent Castle and the grounds could be problematic. They had had to send a couple of newly turned wolves to stay with the MacQuarries, just so they would have no surprise shifting during the full moon.
Several female members of her wolf pack would really love a chance to playact in another film, though. She was waiting on a call from Colleen MacQuarrie, confirming how many would get a chance to be in the new film at the MacQuarrie’s Farraige Castle. Heather was excited to take part also. Maybe she’d even get to see Enrick fighting in good form on the battlefield.
The MacNeill leaders and Enrick’s pack leaders had talked about having the movie filmed at the MacQuarrie castle this time because the MacNeills would need to send reinforcements for the battle scenes and as extras around the keep. But it was all hush-hush so she didn’t know if Enrick was aware of it yet. And Robert and Patrick could very well have served as a couple of the extras who got into a fight with her people during that earlier film and were looking to stir up trouble again.
In just a few minutes, one of the MacNeill women brought out two steak and kidney pies in a box. Heather thanked her and began ringing up the sale, wanting to get the brothers out of there quickly without making it appear she was trying to rush them.
“I think you know more than you’re saying,” Robert said, glancing over his shoulder at Enrick, finally noticing she had a wolf warrior watching over things, standing off to the side, arms folded across his chest.
Stiffening a little, Robert sneered at Enrick, who didn’t move a muscle, just stared him and his brother down in a wolf-to-wolf kind of confrontation like he was ready for the fight, come and get it. They didn’t need whiskey to make them cantankerous. All they needed was their clan pride, and in this case, their wolf pack pride too. The battle between the clans had been going on forever. Stealing cattle, horses, brides, land, and fighting for more power in the beginning. The quest for more land and power was always an ongoing condition.
Robert paid for the pies, while Patrick grabbed the box with a jerk. “We know the film is being set in Scotland at one of the castles. You better not have lied to us.” And then the two stalked out the door.
At least they hadn’t fought with Enrick, and they did buy something. Miracles did happen sometimes.
“Hi, Enrick, did you need something?” she asked, relieved beyond words that the men had left without causing any real issues.
“Are you okay?” Enrick asked, looking genuinely concerned.
Enrick had seen everything that had gone on, so Heather didn’t believe he thought the Kilpatrick brothers had done anything to her. Perhaps Enrick was worried about how she felt coming face-to-face with Timothy’s killer today, even if he couldn’t just come out and say so.
Though she had loved Timothy’s wild manner and decisiveness, he couldn’t or wouldn’t control that darker wolf side of him that was always ready to battle the enemy wolf clans, no matter who else it might hurt. The pack leaders had met after the killing and determined Timothy had been at fault, but it didn’t lessen the hurt she’d felt at losing him. It just made her angry with him for starting the physical fight and getting himself killed.
She tried to tell herself it was better she hadn’t mated a wolf who was so reckless and might have left her to raise a couple of kids on her own at some point later in their lives. And she did appreciated Enrick’s asking if she was okay. He might be as growly as all the other wolves combined, but he knew when to fight and when to leave it for another day. He never drank