Page 104 of Moon Claimed
Yep,I already knew the answer.
The majority of hands rose, including Rhona’s.
“Damn selfish, I think,” Stanley said, glowering at the others.
Bile rose in my throat at the sickly sweetness of Rhona’s vanilla glee. “Rhona will come to pack lands. The two of us will meet the rest of you there.”
“I’ll ride with the head team.” She shouldered me on the way to the driver’s seat.
No one missed the blow.
Valerie smirked, and I turned away before my wolf decided to chomp through her jugular.
“See you all there.” I moved toward Ella F.
Wade was coming down the stairs to make up Rhona’s position on the head team. I waved him away, mouthing, “Not today.”His grey gaze shifted over my shoulder to Rhona, and he stopped short.
Yep.
I just lost that round big time. Rhona wasn’t just coming to pack lands. She’d won a powerplay with the head team.
No sooner had I pulled out of the manor gates, waving at Cameron, when my phone buzzed.
“Oh my god,” Wade said. “What happened? The tension was crazy.”
“You know how Rhona and I switched a couple of times? She just told the head team.”
He swore long and hard, then turned his ire on Rhona.
“What she’s doing is mean, yes,” I said, sighing. “She’s only doing it because I hurt her so much.”
“You don’t have to call her what she is, but I certainly will.”
I shook my head. “I’ve got a bigger problem. She also told them about the theory she had.”
“The one where Sascha had the mega hots for you?”
“She’s trying to make me sweat. More. I’ve delayed discussing the theory until after meeting the Luthers, but it will come up as soon as we’re back. She could be telling them about it right now.”
The line was silent. “Baby girl, I don’t mean to be a butthole, but you need to stick up for yourself.”
“Nothing she’s saying is untrue. We did switch places.”
“Exactly,” he exploded. “We.”
“Only one of us is head steward.”
“This fight has to end or the tribe loses. You need to make her back down.”
Didn’t he understand? I couldn’t do that to my only remaining relative. Mysister. She grieved for a father and mother who’d lied to her. She grieved the loss of a position she’d always believed would be hers. She felt alone and adrift. Me fighting her just proved to her that family wasn’t forever—that the termsisterdidn’t mean anything.
I refused to do that. “No.”
“You cannot be hearing yourself.”
“I am, Wade. Fighting or not, I lose either way. If push comes to shove, I choose to lose the head stewardship over my family.”
“Alright,” he said just as I wondered if the signal had dropped out. “I don’t think that’s best for the tribe though. Moving on, what will you tell the head team about Rhona’s theory? She’s trying to raise their suspicions about a connection to him without telling them outright.”