Fighting Fate (3 page)

take care of herself. No matter how grown up she thought she was, she’d always be their baby sister,

too weak, too frail to fight in the war with the Centrals.

They’d been at war for almost four years.

Four. Years.

Those years didn’t even include the tension and pain they’d experienced for decades before the

Central Pack summoned and teamed up with a demon named Caym. The other Pack had sacrificed

their own princess, Ellie’s twin sister, and brought forth hell into their world. One by one, year by

year, Cailin had watched her brothers not only fall in love but fight for their lives against the cruelty

that was the Centrals.

Now, though, the war was coming to an end.

At least that’s how it felt to Cailin.

The Centrals had lost two Alphas in those four years, Hector and his son, Corbin. Now Caym

ruled them with an iron fist. His own dose of dark magic prevented the Redwoods from being on the

offense, forever on the defense and trying to scramble the protection needed to survive.

Oh, she’d fought by her family’s side when they let her, when there was no other way to hide her

behind closed doors. God, she hated sounding so ungrateful for her family’s worry and care, but the

smothering had to stop.

And mating with Logan would only intensify that feeling. She was sure of it.

She took long strides toward the tree line, nodding at other Pack members who stared at her as if

they knew what her innermost thoughts were. Her innermost fear and insecurity. Knowing the way she

couldn’t seem to hide anything today, she wouldn’t be surprised if that was actually true. No one

called out to her, telling her to come to their side and join them in the celebration.

She was alone.

Just like she’d always thought she’d be.

Just like she’d forced herself to be.

“What are you doing out here all alone?”

The deep timbre went straight to her core, her body shaking at just those words alone. Words

that didn’t mean anything beyond the fact they were spoken by the one wolf she’d truly tried to hide

from.

Cailin stopped moving, her hand pressed against a tree as she prayed for composure. It wouldn’t

do well to bite and snap at him or, worse, press her body up against him and rub her scent all over

him. She turned to face Logan and tried not to swallow her tongue. No matter how hard she fought her

attraction to him, her wolf ached for the man in front of her.

The woman wanted him as well but tried to hide it.

Damn it.

Those hazel eyes bore into her, the dominance held within them not begging for her wolf’s

submission—only the woman’s. Within those eyes she could see the man and the wolf, two halves of

a whole. Two distinct ideas and desires. One wanted her submission, the other wanted her by his

side. That was the difference between him and the other wolves who might have laid claim to her.

The difference she wasn’t ready to accept.

The difference she wasn’t sure she understood.

Her hands ached to run through his dark hair that he’d recently shorn so it lay close to his scalp.

At five-five, she wasn’t the shortest of women, but next to Logan’s size, she always felt small, fragile.

And that’s why she would never mate with him.

She needed to be strong, not weak—not how she felt around him. How she feared he’d make her

be once she gave into the yearning both she and her wolf craved.

“Following me now like a lost puppy?” she sneered.

Logan pinched her chin, forcing her gaze to his. She narrowed her eyes, but her damn inner wolf

wouldn’t let her move back. No, the annoying canine wanted to rub up all along the man and make

sure all those women eyeing him at the ceremony kept their paws off of him.

Not that she’d been paying attention to them.

No, but she had felt their gazes digging into her back and on the tall drink of water in front of her.

If her mind had been making any sense at all, she should have been happy other women wanted

to lay claim—if only for an evening. Instead, she battled within herself so much her head ached.

“You should be with your family,” he said, his voice low,
tempting
. “It’s a day of light rather

than the darkness you’ve been fighting for far too long.”

“You say that as if you aren’t a Redwood.” She held back a wince. Damn it, she did not want to

get into a conversation with this man. Not when she needed to breathe, to feel like she had a choice in

the matter.

Logan rubbed her chin with his thumb before pulling back. Cailin immediately wanted his touch

back, the loss almost overwhelming.

Her wolf whimpered.

Freaking whimpered.

“I might have the bond with the Alpha, but we both know that finding your place within a Pack is

more than a bond and a promise.”

She blinked up at him, surprised at his insight. That sliver of connection to the man in front of her

she’d tried to ignore thickened just enough that she had to hold back a gasp. Her wolf wanted that

bond, badly.

They stared at each other for a few more moments, though it felt like longer before she shook her

head, clearing thoughts of forever and a promise she’d never intend to keep.

“I should get back. They’ll be wondering where I am.” And wondering how to fix her because

everyone knew something was off, that the broken parts within her were fragmenting even more.

“I’ll walk with you,” Logan said, his voice low, enticing.

Stop wanting him, Cailin. Don’t give in.

“I don’t need a chaperone, Logan. I’m a big girl.”

His gaze raked over her body, and she fought the urge to wrap her arms around him and never let

him go.

“I know who you are, Cailin. I never forget that.”

She glared. “You know nothing. Don’t follow me.”

She stormed off, knowing the wolf prowled right on her heels. Damn him. Damn fate. Damn

everything.

Someone stepped on a fallen branch in front of her. A deliberate action alerting her to his

presence. Her wolf stood at attention, ready to run toward the sound. Toward the comfort.

“Cailin, come here, baby girl.”

Her head shot up at her father’s words, and she went to his side, wrapping her arms around his

waist and burrowing into him. Her wolf immediately calmed, their Alpha soothing hurts she hadn’t

known she’d had—or maybe known all along but ignored for far too long. The daughter, though,

needed her father, and the feeling grated. She was an adult, yet she wanted her father’s hold to make it

all better.

Maybe her brothers were right and Cailin wasn’t ready to grow up.

The doubt ate at her, but she ignored it, inhaling her father’s crisp scent of forest and home,

letting it wash over her so she could breathe again.

People milled around them and she could feel their looks, but ignored them. Apparently when

she’d run from Logan—or rather, walked quickly away—she’d made it back to the celebration in the

field without even realizing it.

“Feel better?” her father asked, his voice so low she knew that his words were just for her and

no one else.

She pulled back so she could look up at him but kept her arms around his waist. “Yes, thank you,

Dad. I didn’t know I needed a hug so much.”

Her father cupped her face, and she leaned into him. She was a daddy’s girl at heart, and

everyone knew it. “You crave touch, darling girl. And not the touch an Alpha provides. Your wolf is

restless.”

She knew her father was treading the line on the subject of Logan, but she couldn’t speak about

it. Not then. Maybe not ever.

“I’ll try to hang out with the pups more often.”

Her father raised a brow. “As much as we all love how much you care for your nephews and

nieces, we both know that won’t be enough. That’s not the type of touch you need.”

She blushed hard at her father’s words. “I’m so not talking about this with you.”

“I really don’t want to talk to you about this either. I’d rather your mother handle it, but I’m here

and I care. If you won’t do anything about Logan, then what about that wolf you were secretly seeing,

Noah?”

Cailin closed her eyes, wishing there was a hole to swallow her up and take her away from this

conversation. “Noah and I are just friends now. And if it was a secret, why does everyone seem to

know about it?”

Her father patted her back. “We’re a Pack, darling.”

Meaning there were no real secrets. Not anymore. Not that there ever were. “I’ll figure it out,”

she said after a few moments of silence.

He cupped her cheek and smiled. “I know you will, baby girl. I know I don’t say this enough, but

I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become. You’re so strong, Cailin. I know between me and your

brothers you sometimes feel like you can’t breathe, but it’s only because we love you. I love you,

Cailin. Never forget that.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she hugged her father hard. He knew the exact words to say to make

her feel better. She didn’t know what she’d do without him.

“I love you too, Dad.”

A chill washed over her, and she pulled away, her hand on her father’s arm, not wanting to lose

his touch. The trees seemed to freeze in the wind, their leaves rustling no more. The birds had

stopped chirping, their song of silence a warning of what was to come. The hairs on the back of her

neck stood on end and she inhaled the scents around her, trying to discern what was wrong, what had

changed.

Her wolf bucked, rubbing along her skin, ready to break free and find the danger that had arisen

out of nowhere.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“Something’s coming.” Her father didn’t sound like the warm man who had just comforted her

then. No, he was the Alpha.

Everyone around them quieted, their wolves going on alert. Cailin straightened, her senses going

out, trying to feel what was out of place.

Her father stiffened then looked over his shoulder at his Pack. “Grab the children and run!” He

turned to her, his eyes gold, Alpha. “The Centrals are right outside the wards.”

The others didn’t waste time, grabbing their pups and moving at their Alpha’s command. Cailin

focused on the clearing in front of them, her wolf ready to howl. She wouldn’t run with the others, she

would stand and face what was coming. The maternal wolves and submissives would take the pups

and do what they were born to do—to protect what was theirs.

Cailin would do what
she
was born to do—to
fight
for what was hers.

Then a sharp pain slammed into her, her knees going weak. The connection she had with her den

snapped and bile rose in her throat. Her father gripped her elbow, keeping her steady.

“The wards,” she whispered.

“I know, they’re gone. The Centrals have come to us. Fight well, baby girl. Fight hard.”

She met her father’s gaze and nodded, pride filling her, warring with the fear. She looked out

into the clearing again and swallowed hard.

Dozens of Central wolves in wolf form prowled into the clearing, ready to kill, to fight. That

wasn’t what scared her.

No, the demon who led them brought forth the fear to end all fears.

The demon with dark hair and chiseled features gazed in her direction and smiled. The chill

shooting down her spine made her want to retch. She pulled her gaze away, instinctively searching for

the one person she had to be sure was okay.

Logan stood by her mother, his fists clenched. He met her gaze and nodded.

Immediately, a small trigger relaxed within her and she lifted a lip, baring fang as she turned

toward the demon. She was ready. Caym gave her one more slow smile, then nodded.

With Caym’s nod, the Centrals attacked, teeth and claws bared.

The battle had begun.

The war had come to the Redwoods.

It was time.

Chapter Two

Today was not the day he wanted to die. Logan Anderson raked his claws down the Central

wolf’s side, digging deep and ending its life before it could even snap at him with its fangs. The

Redwoods mostly fought in human form against the Central’s wolf forms. His Pack was strong enough

to use their claws and strength in a partial shift that gave them the dexterity and movement of a human

and deadly abilities of a wolf at the same time.

Pat, the Alpha female, fought by his side, more fierce than he’d ever thought she’d be. The

woman was all soft curves and smiles to most, yet, right then, he knew why others feared her in battle.

The woman was a machine.

Another wolf attacked him and he growled, his vision going dark.

Fuck. Not now.

He threw head his back and howled, the adrenaline coursing through his veins putting him in

overdrive. His wolf went on autopilot, taking over his body as he killed four more wolves in quick

succession.

Logan just prayed they were Central wolves and not Redwoods.

When the darkness took over him like this, he was never sure.

He howled again, using whatever inner strength he had to pull himself to the forefront, pushing

his wolf back. Blood coated his arms and chest, while dead Central wolves lay at his feet. Their