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No Hay Igual (there is no equal) | November 8, 2010

Gabby’s gone Awol.” Addison mutters softly to Paris. “Her apartment’s barely been touched. Scent faded once it lead out into the street.”

But I still hear it and automatically put a hand to my hip, rubbing my thumb over the small area covered by clothing as I look over at him.

“She’s not getting anywhere near you, again.” He says determinedly looking me straight in the eyes. Trying to reassure me.

“Not a chance in hell.” Addison, another Alpha werewolf says backing him up and looking at me.

I just drink my water and look at them silently. I’m surrounded by Alpha wolves. The biggest, strongest, fiercest, smartest werewolves to be. They dominate my life, it seems. No Hay Igual like it that is so good and bad at the same time.

I come from a family that has three Alpha’s in it. A leading pack family no less. I think maybe part of me thought, when I started dating Paris and commuting to Manhattan that I’d maybe, escaped a bit of their dominance in my life. But it doesn’t matter if I’m in Manhattan, or Brooklyn. There are werewolves everywhere I go. And as opposed to other wolves of my pack, there are the Alpha’s. I’ve been accepted into their inner sanctum because I’m dating the Manhattan Maen pack leader.

I should feel safe. I should feel overly protected. I’m surrounded by males who are willing to protect me, fight for me.

Alpha werewolves who make the best possible body guards you could want on your side. Hell, even Bohm is here, the beta werewolf that said it was okay for me to use him for standing purposes when putting on a show in his own pack. He’s here with us now, in Paris’s house, the place that’s always been a sanctuary to me. But now, I just feel scrutinized, unsure. My comfort zone’s been invaded because he’s called an emergency get together from those werewolves he knows he can trust.

But once you’ve been personally attacked, physically attacked, kind of shatters that illusion. I don’t want to be skittish. But I’m a little jumpy at present.

Gabby Colton has turned from my enemy into my bogey-man. Something worth being afraid of. She’s become a big bad Alpha werewolf, that nobody saw coming. Only, I’m a werewolf and we’re not supposed to know fear.

Which is a thought that prompts me to say “I can handle Gabby.”
Which of course is naivety speaking. After all, she did manage to knife me. Quite literally.

Things have changed.

The simmering hate-hate relationship that Gabby and I have, has gone from bitchy to potentially fatal. I don’t know if she doesn’t actually want me dead now. The thought never occurred to me, prior to her deciding to take a knife to my hip. Maybe it never occurred to me, because werewolves aren’t well known for using weapons when they fight. They fight as the weapon. Using their bodies abilities against their enemies. Maybe that’s why I’m a little spaced still about the attack.
She acted more human than werewolf in that instant she grabbed the knife.

Because she thought to use it.
On me.

It seems more shocking to me, to be attacked by another werewolf, than it does by a lycan or a human. Especially one that you’ve been in the midst of for quite some time.

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to, ever again.” Paris replies. “One of the boys will be with you at all times if I can’t be. You won’t go anywhere without an escort.”
“Gabby’s not that big a threat, that you need to waste everyone’s time by putting them on personal wolf detail.” I reply looking at Addison, Jules, Wiatt and Bohm who has been called in.
“She stabbed you, in front of a room full of pack werewolves, who did nothing to stop her, when none of my guys were around. She stabbed you, and then subsequently kidnapped you and force fed you silver.”

I tilt my head and raise my eyebrows. He kind of has a point.

“Guess, I’m not as welcome here as I thought.”
Paris slides his hand across onto mine. I sit up a little straighter in bed.

“I suspect I know where she’s gone. But she’ll be back. Gabby is a pack werewolf through and through. She only knows the life of one and for all her false bravado and massive ego, and outwardly confidence, I don’t think she’s got it in her to truly break ties with her life here and all that she knows.” He picks up my hand and warps his around it. “And if she does, there are no boundaries that will stop me from making her accountable for this.”

“Maybe you don’t know Gabby as well as you think you do. I mean, if you thought I would ever be in danger in her company, would you have let me be somewhere without you there?”
I see the hurt flicker across his face. I’m not trying to take a swipe at him, I’m just trying to make a point. Nobody thought Gabby actually hated me enough to go beyond our regular bitch fight squabbles we’d had. We all thought, she’d make some sort of political play for Paris’s leadership by trying to manipulate me and him apart. Nobody thought she’d pick up a knife and stab me.

“You’ve got to trust me on this. We’re going to take care of this. You’re pack, whether she likes it or not. And you’re mine. I do not take kindly to what she’s tried to do to us, by hurting you.

“Paris, and eye for an eye and the world goes blind.” I hold his gaze. I have no idea how they’re going to handle Gabby. But there’s enough violence in werewolf world, that we don’t need to keep it rolling on, constantly.

“My battle.” I state at him as he sighs heavily and leans back, against his seat. Still looking at me. I’m a werewolf, I don’t sit around and have no say or control in my life.

I’m not forgiving her for what she did.

But if anyone deserves a shot at dishing out the punishment, saying something to her, or whatever it is, they think needs to be done to Gabby, than it’s this Breukelen beta wolf who’s going to be doing it.



  1. Rest. Recoup. You need to finish this fight yourself – agree. It’s yours to begin with.

    Comment by Pierre — November 8, 2010 @ 8:18 am

    • yeah, standing up for yourself. Sometimes you got fight hard for that stuff.

      Comment by Breukelen Girl — November 8, 2010 @ 6:04 pm

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