Dana Bell - Cat of a Different Color

“And when was the last time the Pride was threatened?” Max raised one brow and stared at him demandingly.

Adrian blew out a breath. “My father killed an Outcast who was hurting Pride members. Females, to be specific,” he added with a little growl.

“Uh-huh. And that was, what? Twenty-five years ago?”

“Yeah. So?”

“So your dad is no longer Marshal.”

Adrian shrugged. “I know. I figured Gabe was. That’s why he came back to the area.” Adrian gulped as his eyes went wide. “Are you telling me I’m Gabe’s Second?”

Max rolled his eyes. “No. Idiot. Gabe is your Second. You’re Marshal.”

Adrian blinked. “No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way.”

“I’m an eye doctor. I’m not a cop.”

Max grinned. “So? Are you saying I can’t kick ass with the best of them?”

Adrian’s eyes widened. “No! Hell, no. Do I look stupid?”

“I’m not going to answer that.”

“Asshole.”

Max grinned. “What about Simon? Do you consider him a wimp?”

“No,” Adrian agreed thoughtfully.

“Okay then. Didn’t you notice how Gabe listened to you, followed your directions, added on only after he’d gotten your approval?”

Adrian blinked again, startled. The other man had done that, hadn’t he?

“That’s because he knew instinctively who you are, and who he is. And he’s fine with it.”

Hell, maybe Max was right. He blew out a breath as all the odd sensations he’d been feeling recently suddenly made sense. All males felt the need to protect their mate, it was bred into them. A male who wasn’t willing to lay down his life in defense of his mate and kits didn’t deserve either. But his reaction to Belle’s pain had been almost as strong as his reaction to Sheri’s. His need to ensure his Alpha’s safety and the safety of his Pride had been eating at him for the past two days, ever since his tires had been slashed. Adrian was both horrified and fascinated. “Marshal?”

Max sighed. “You know how the hierarchy goes, Adrian. Why are you surprised you’d be right at the top? You’re damn near as powerful as I am, and you are as powerful as Simon. And, hell, the three of us have been best friends for years. I just had to make sure you accepted it before confirming it.”

Alpha, Beta, Marshal, Omega; that’s the way the hierarchy went. Alpha was the ruler of the Pride, the Marshal was its paw, and the Omega was its heart. All were positions you were born to, not made into.

The Alpha could tell you how the Pride was as a whole, but had trouble seeing the details, so the Marshal filled in the physical aspects for the Alpha while the Omega filled in the emotional ones. Without all three the Pride would falter and eventually die.

He looked into Max’s eyes and saw the understanding there. Max had a similar burden, but his, as Alpha, was even greater. There was no sympathy in his gaze. Like him, Adrian was what he was.

He nodded his acceptance.

He felt the mantle of the Marshal settle on his shoulders with surprising ease as Max’s power subtly surrounded him. It felt comfortable, like a part of him had been missing and then given back to him. His Puma purred its approval. He now had the authority necessary to ensure not only the safety of his mate, but that of his Alphas and his Pride. Although he knew it was still incomplete; they had no Omega, but unless he missed his guess Max already knew who it was and was just waiting for the right moment to clue the person in.

“Can I ask you something?”

Max shrugged. “Sure.”

“Why didn’t I feel this when Becky was attacked?”

Max raised one eyebrow and waited.

And it hit him. “She wasn’t Pride yet.” And because Livia hadn’t endangered a Pride member, his

“spider sense” hadn’t tingled.

“And since she challenged Emma rather than just attacking her, it wouldn’t have set you off, either.”

“But Emma was in danger, wasn’t she?”

Max shrugged. “Not really. It was a dominance challenge. Trust me, if Livia had gone after Emma without challenge, you would have activated.”

“Okay, now you make me sound like a Wonder Twin.” Adrian shuddered.

Max huffed out a laugh and leaned forward. “Yeah, I can just see you in purple tights. Do you want to know how this works or not?”

“I suppose I’d better. I wouldn’t want to be so lame I could be beaten by a mop.”

Max grinned. “Okay, relax. Think about the Pride as a whole. Who’s in pain right now, and is it natural or something inflicted?”

He frowned. How the hell was he supposed to know that?

Only, he did know. Becky had a toothache; he’d have to let Simon know. Sarah Parker had cut her finger, probably trying to cook. She was a bit clumsy with the kitchen knives, and just about anything else she laid her hands on. Marie Howard had a skinned knee from a fall. Emma also had a cut finger…and she was…

He turned to Max, horrified. “Emma!”

Max was up and out the door before he’d finished. Adrian was right behind him. It was only a few blocks to Wallflowers but they both ran the whole way, jackets left behind in their hurry to get to Emma.

Max stopped outside the door. “Mother fucker.”

Adrian growled low in his throat at what had been the glass front of the store. Emma held up a piece of the glass that had been her picture window, some of the old-fashioned gold lettering still visible, blood dripping down her hand from where she’d cut herself. Her eyes glistened with tears as she stared at it.

“Max?”

Max was through the door and holding his mate before the first tear fell.

The gold eyes that locked on Adrian’s were fierce. “Find him.”

Unspoken were the words, kill him .

Sheri woke up with the worst headache she’d ever felt in her life. Her head pounded in time to her heartbeat, and nausea danced a tango in her stomach. It felt like something was trying to pry its way out of the top of her head using a jackhammer. “Kill me,” she whispered, groaning.

Even that slight sound made her skin crawl.

“Hey, princess. Head hurt?”

She opened her eyes. Adrian leaned down, nose to nose so she could see him clearly. His deep brown eyes were full of concern.

“Owie,” she whimpered.

He kissed her forehead, reaching above her to press the call button. “I’ll get you some medicine for the pain. Okay?”

She would have nodded but that might have made the top of her head fall off. So she chose not to. She closed her eyes against the minute glare coming through the windows. Adrian must have shut the curtains.

Bless the man.

“Okay, sweetheart, the nurse is coming.”

She could hear the squeaky shoes of the nurse in the overly waxed hallways before he did, but she didn’t say anything. Speaking hurt too much. Even grunting was beyond her at the moment.

If he’d just kill her the pain would stop. She’d be forever grateful to him.

She closed her eyes as he began stroking her hair, careful of the large lump on the side of her head. She heard the nurse enter quietly, and Adrian explaining what was wrong. A few minutes later the nurse injected something into her IV.

“You’ll feel better in a few moments, sweetheart.”

She couldn’t even nod. She sighed, and he seemed to understand.

He left her for a moment. She could hear water running in the bathroom, and a moment later a cool washcloth was draped over her forehead and over her eyes. She moaned as the cold took some of the pain away.

“I don’t want you to worry about anything, princess. I have it all under control. Relax and go to sleep.”

“Jerry?”

“The vet checked him out. He’s fine, just a little banged up. They kept him overnight for observation.