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Jared’s stomach clenched. “Mical Edwards? The bartender…he’s your brother?” She nodded, still not meeting his eyes. From her demeanor, he knew then that she knew about Mical and Elise. Banked anger fanned to life again, and he clenched his hands into fists, muttering curses under his breath. She finally glanced at him, and her eyes widened when she saw his expression. He took grim pleasure in the hint of fear that darkened her expression. At that moment, Mical’s image superimposed itself over hers, and she was the perfect target. When he blinked, she was Alyra again—but she still owed him for what her brother had done. With a growl of frustration, he spun on his heel and stormed from the stables, trying to cool down before he did something he might regret. He told himself Alyra wasn’t responsible for the sins of her brother, regardless of ancient pack laws. She was powerless to stop his actions, just as Elise’s parents hadn’t been able to stop her, as evidenced by her hasty escape with her lover. Otherwise, his promised mate would be safe and sound in her room right this minute, ready to marry him in a few days’ time. Gradually, his anger cooled as he paced the grounds, telling himself not to hold Alyra accountable. He was almost back to the main house, and had almost convinced himself to accept what had happened, when he remembered her impromptu ride that afternoon, while he and Elise toured the property with their mothers, searching for a suitable place to erect the tent for their wedding. His eyes narrowed when he recalled the brief conversation the two women had engaged in, and then the way Elise had disappeared within a minute of Alyra’s departure. Once more, his rage swelled when he made the connection between the two events and realized the only logical explanation was that she had arranged for Elise to meet Mical somewhere, on his own land. Old-fashioned and barbaric, maybe, but in his eyes, she was as culpable for endangering the pack’s future as Mical and Elise. They had all conspired to put him in this position, whether or not their motives had been malicious. That didn’t matter. Only setting things right mattered. With renewed purpose, Jared turned from the main house and strode back to the stables. Alyra Edwards was a worthy substitute for the punishment he wanted to direct toward her brother. For the first time in a couple of hours, he wasn’t as worried about the future as he had been. Whatever had lightened his mood—his impending meeting with Alyra or having solved his problem—he didn’t care.
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