Lyssa is silent still as Ariel and Joanna guide her inside the house and up the stairs to the third floor.
Individuals in various states of dress and various forms turn, put their heads up, and sniff as she passes by. A couple of youngsters follow them down the hall, giggling.
Lyssa is led into a gigantic suite. A huge bed dominates a far corner, decked in deep blue linens, with a door beyond. A large dresser sits against one wall, tall as she was, painted matte black. Fireplace. A large desk, surrounded by an office space, cabinets, books. A computer, with three screens, sat on the desk. Windows, bordered in deep blue curtains, overlooked a wooded glade. She turns further, a table and chairs, with some clothing draped over them.
The first words she has uttered since leaving her house now leave her lips. "Who's room is this?"
"Emmet's."
"I will NOT stay here!" She turns to the two of them, incensed.
Joanna is shocked that anyone would address her mother in such a manner and her claws begin to emerge. Ariel reaches her daughter's mind. [Don't, Jo. She is not pack born and is naive of our ways. If you hurt her Emmett will be most displeased.]
[But, mom...]
Ariel turns to Lyssa. "We have not had time to prepare for your arrival. This will be the safest place for you while when prepare a room. Please stay here while we make arrangements and I'll have your things brought up from the car."
"Didn't bring anything.", Lyssa mumbles.
"Whyever not?"
"Why should I? You're just gonna kill me, aren't you?"
Emmett grudgingly returned to the house. Shifting, he strides naked to the Alpha's study. Drawing himself up to full height, he says, "Emmett Forester, Beta of the Wyeth pack, reporting as ordered."
Frowning, Randall Wyeth turns to see the glowering countenance of his friend. So, this was how it was going to be.
He inhales, exhales. "Alison has had her pups. The naming ceremony will be at the next full moon."
"Of course."
"There's been a fire as Simpson's; he lost quite a bit of stock. We need to get a secondary source."
"As soon as possible."
"We need to discuss posting of the young males."
"Certainly, Alpha Wyeth."
"Reparations will need to be made to the Ross pack." Emmett nods, curtly. "And the Macey pack implicates you in the death of one of their pack members."
"A legitimate challenge, sir."
"That has yet to be determined."
There is a pause as Randall looks at him. "If that is all, Alpha, I shall attend to my duties."
"Erich did well in your absence."
"Good."
"Emmett, my friend, we intended no harm when we came to see the human."
"The result is the same. May I go?"
Another exhale from Randall. "Yes."
"Kill you? My dear, we do not kill indiscriminately. Have you done something to deserve such a fate?"
"Emmett said..."
"Jo. Please have Anton prepare a room while I speak to our guest."
Joanna looks doubtfully at her mother but leaves the room, closing the door behind her. Lyssa watches warily as the red haired Alpha bitch sat in a chair, crossed her luxuriously clad legs and gestured to another chair. "I'd rather stand."
"What has Emmett told you about us?"
"I already told you. Werewolves. Beta. Alphas."
"There has to be much more than that for your position to have changed so completely in these few hours." Lyssa glares at her. "It is because we visited, is it not?"
"Mostly."
"As I suspected. We, unfortunately, have little experience in dealing with humans as potential additions to the pack. We were curious as to the female who had captured Emmett's heart."
She clenches her fists and blinks her eyes against threatening tears. "He said it was a test."
Ariel gives her a measured look. "I suppose it was, after a fashion. What else?"
"I asked if I had passed and he said, 'You're alive.'"
Ariel hides her amusement behind her hand. As if they would conceive of such a thing. "And how did the discussion go from there?"
Lyssa's chest is heaving. "He, he answered my questions. Told me he wanted me to be his mate. He let me think I had a choice."
Joanna hunts down Anton. "We need to have a room for the human woman Emmett has brought. Is there space available?"
"Did you have a specific area in mind?"
"Something toward the front of the house, on one of the lower floors."
"Hmm. I'll move Celia in with Constance."
"They'll love that, especially for a human."
"Give me an hour."
"Thank you, Anton."
As she makes her way to the office, the pack's nerve center, she sends a message to her mother. [Mom, Celia's room, in about an hour.]
[Thank you, dear. Please bring Stephanie back with you.]
[One stop, Mom, and I'll be there.]
She walks in and over to her father. Kissing him, she says, "Hey, Daddy, I wanna run something by you."
He listens, and nods. "I agree."
With the confidence borne of an adolescent's romantic view of the world, she walks over to Emmett, who's maintaining a low growl. The other wolves were giving him a wide berth.
"Emmmettt."
His eyes flash at her, then back to the screen before him. "Not now, girl. I have work to do."
"I talked to Daddy and we have an errand for you." [Don't tease him, Jo.]
Exasperated, he looks at her. "What?"
Her face takes on a wounded look and she begins to pout. "OK, if you don't want to help.." She turns away.
Emmett was like an uncle to her and he had a soft spot for her, but he was in no mood for games.
"Joanna." He does not see her smirk. "I apologize. What is it you want?"
"Well, Lyssa said (he sucks in a breath at the mention of her name) that she didn't bring anything from home. There's gotta be something she'd really miss. We want you to go get it."
"Someone else could collect her things."
"Nobody else would know what she'll miss if she lost it. Please, Emmett. C'mon."
"Fine." He exhales. "Not that it makes any sense."
"Goody." She gives him a peck on the cheek. "Think about it a while before you go."
[Take her car back and have someone else pick you up.]
[Of course, Randall.] The growl continues.
"We all have a choice, my dear."
"Come here or die. Not much of a choice."