Magical Midlife Love (Leveling Up #4) - K.F. Breene Page 0,59
Jasper asked.
“I mean…” I threw up my hands, feeling annoyed, hungry, and just all-around unsettled. Clearly I wasn’t done moping. “I should be plenty safe in the bar with all the shifters hanging around. Unless Austin’s brother is setting him up, but if that’s the case, we’re all screwed.”
“Maybe we’ll hang out at the bar, Jasper, huh?” Ulric said. “Sebastian can come. Mr. Tom, maybe you should head to Ivy House in case more mages show up or someone responds to the last summons. Or, hell, someone could come to attack. You really just never know with that house.”
It was an obvious excuse to get rid of Mr. Tom, but he was happy enough to accept it. He clearly didn’t want to have his own mood dragged down. “Yes, that sounds fine,” he said, peeling away.
“I’m still the alpha,” I said, only because it felt like I probably should. I certainly didn’t feel like much of an alpha. A high-powered shifter had crashed my pity party, and I’d had no idea how to react to him. No wonder Austin had offered to handle any big personalities that showed up in answer to my summons.
I’d have to get better at reading people. That thought in mind, I ran through everything that had happened with the new shifter.
“That’s why he called me beautiful,” I muttered. “I wasn’t backing down from his stare, so he tried to disarm me another way.”
“He wasn’t trying to disarm you,” Ulric said, “or manipulate you—he was giving you a very obvious hint that he was into you when all his other much-too-subtle hints didn’t land.”
“What subtle hints?” I glanced back at him.
“Exactly,” he replied, smiling delightedly.
“But he was trying to dominate me, right?” I asked, hitting the edge of the street and turning left toward Austin’s bar. I felt him on the move, but I couldn’t tell whether he was coming back to town or headed somewhere else entirely.
“Yes,” Jasper said.
“Have you learned nothing, Jacinta?” Ulric asked. His joyful mood was starting to annoy me, something I knew better than to admit, because it would just tickle him. “Packs have a hierarchy. Tiers. Levels. Gargoyles do too, but not to the same extent. Every time a shifter meets someone magical, you can bet they’re going to size them up. Test them. The new shifters the alpha brought in have a lot more experience, and they’re used to dealing in a lot more power. They’re reading that in you. I doubt they are allowed to actually challenge you—no way would the alpha allow that—but they’ll keep testing you. It’s their way. It’s ingrained. If it weren’t for the setup, testing would likely evolve to challenging."
“What about me?” Sebastian asked.
“I’m sure you’ve guessed that shifters don’t like mages any more than mages like them. But the alpha has allowed you on his turf. The smart ones will just sneer at you or ignore you completely. The idiots will wait until no one is around to tattle and try to kill you. The good news is that only the weaker shifters will come after you, the ones who don’t have great standing in the pack. They’re the sort that’ll pick on anything they don’t like or understand.”
“How do you know all this?” I asked Ulric.
“I’m someone a shifter might want to pick on. The second I got here, I started learning all I could.”
“The shifters you mentioned…the bullies…” Sebastian paused, and I slowed down, nearly to the bar and sensing he wouldn’t want to advertise what he was saying. “Would they be missed?”
Ulric chuckled. “The ones I’ve come across haven’t been…”
I widened my eyes. “When was this? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“They picked a fight with the wrong guy. I handled the situation. What’s there to tell?”
Jasper snorted, nodding.
“You too?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “They weren’t a problem.”
“Well, clearly I don’t even know what’s going on under my nose.” I started walking again. “I’d be a terrible alpha of a shifter pack.”
“In fairness,” Ulric said, “the alpha didn’t know about it either. Maybe he’s guessed why a few people didn’t show up for duty, but…”
A woman walked down the sidewalk on the other side of the road and pinned us with a stare that seemed to say, I see you, and if you step out of line, I’ll be on you like white on rice.
I glared back and thought about snapping a tiny spell at her to dislodge those peepers.