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did. I gave them the names of the involved packs. They said they will contact all known packs and put a ban on pursuing Silver Wolf, but it won’t be enough. They want us to take her to Summit. Explain the situation and burn the rumor mill.”
    Grey leaned forward and ran his hands through his damp hair. Sandy blond tendrils fell forward and hid his eyes.
    “Look,” Dean said. “I know the plan was to steer clear of the gathering, but things have changed. It’ll take about eight seconds for others to catch on to the idea. Eventually, they will show up by the truckload, and we can’t fight them like that. They’ll pick us off. Brandon would only be the beginning.”
    “We’ll help you keep them safe,” Brent said. His lips against his clenched hands had muffled his voice.
    Dean’s eyes were a light and reflective gray. Much lighter than the thunderheads that hovered above the cemetery. Losing a member took a physical and emotional toll on an alpha. “We have to take control of this. The Old Ones want to hold an alpha meeting with every available leader in North America. We can field questions and clear up misunderstandings. You’ll be announced as Morgan’s mate so those other idiots don’t get the bright idea to challenge for an unclaimed female.” He sighed heavily. “It’s our best shot at keeping everyone alive.”
    The shimmering yellow of Grey’s gaze fell on her. She brushed the side of his face with her fingertips, and he leaned into her touch.
    “We’ll be okay, Wolf,” she promised.
    He kissed the palm of her hand lightly. “We need big enough lodging for all of us to stay together.”
    * * * *
    “Are you all packed, or do we need to get more of your clothes from Rachel’s?” Morgan asked Marissa as they turned down their long, dirt driveway.
    Summit was in the windy mountains of New Mexico that year. The weather would be much cooler than in Texas.
    “Nah, I’ve got enough. It’s not like I’m trying to impress any of those wolves. I’m contemplating not showering until after Summit.”
    Morgan snorted. “I don’t think that would deter them.”
    The girl leaned forward and squinted out the front window. “Who’s that?”
    Morgan hit the brakes and a dust cloud wafted over a shiny and expensive-looking Mercedes Benz. “Whoops.”
    Marissa rested her hand on the door handle. “You want us to stay here?”
    Morgan hesitated. She wasn’t excited about being split up. Not after learning her lesson from the Montana attack. Wolves hunted in packs. “No. Come on in with me.”
    She grabbed Lana from her car seat, hoisted out a bag of groceries, and headed for the house. Her ears pricked for any unfamiliar sound. When she pushed the door open and stepped inside, Grey’s irritated but calm voice came softly from the kitchen.
    “Can you watch Lana in here? I’m going to find out what is going on.”
    Marissa nodded and gripped Lana’s little hand.
    Morgan padded toward the kitchen, but paused on the other side of the separating wall.
    “No, Dad,” Grey said with exaggerated patience. “And what are you really doing here? You know I have no interest in running your company.”
    “Yes, but when I was flagged about you tapping your trust fund, I thought you finally changed your mind. It is still something I want from you. The company should stay in the Crawford name.”
    The scratch of friction sounded as Grey ran his hand over the two-day stubble on his chin.
    “Why don’t you take off those ridiculous sunglasses?” The man asked. “I can’t even see your face, and it’s been two years since the last time we saw each other. I hope you don’t treat all of your guests like this.”
    “No, just you.” The chair creaked as Grey leaned back into it.
    She could easily imagine Grey’s father rubbing his finger across the table, looking for dust. Arrogance and disgust were likely as evident on his face as they were in his voice.
    His tone was harsh. “So you used part of your