Fated To My Sister's Widowed Mate

Why had Lena, her loving sister, ended up dead- here, of all the godforsaken places in the States? Maybe that was the reason-off the beaten path, surrounded by wilderness, a place to hide from the harsh realities of the forced marriage, safe from Bruin's retaliation should he ever have located her. But she hadn't been safe. And now she was dead.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lisa Osborne thought she saw her cousin, Ural, slink into the woods in his wolf form, but she had to be mistaken. He wouldn't be angry enough with her to shapeshift this close to Silver Town and risk alerting the gray lupus garou pack that a couple of reds had slipped into their territory.

Ignoring her gut instinct telling her this was a very bad idea, she pushed open the Silver Town Tavern's heavy door, the squealing of the rusty hinges jarring her taut nerves.

Five bearded men sitting at a table turned to stare at her, and at once she feared the worst-they saw straight through her disguise.

She shoved the faux eyeglasses back into place, hating the way they kept sliding down the bridge of her nose. The weather-beaten cowboy hat she'd picked up at a resale shop half swallowed her head, making her look like a little kid wearing her dad's Stetson.

Amber glass lights hanging from brass rods high above softly illuminated dark oak tables and a long, polished bar. Slow-spinning wooden fan blades circulated the air, impregnated with the smell of gray lupus garou. Her nerve endings prickled with fresh awareness. Dingy antique mirrors covering the back wall behind the bar bore mute witness to the goings-on in the place, as she suspected they had for decades. If they had captured all the images of the bar's existence what a story those mirrors could tell.

Another bearded man crouching beneath the lip of the bar suddenly stood to his full six-foot-four height. The glass and dish towel he held nearly slipped from his grasp as his appraising glance took in every inch of her. His lips turned up at the corners slightly. Deep laugh lines were etched in his tanned skin and shaggy black hair extended to his shoulders, giving him the appearance of a rugged mountain man, unused to civilized trappings. What disturbed her most was that he was a gray, like the men drinking at the table. She'd anticipated it would be a human-run establishment frequented by lupus garous,like the bar back home.

"What'll you have, miss?" he asked, his voice warm and welcoming.

Expecting a chilly greeting-their kind didn't welcome strangers venturing into their midst, especially if she were human and this was an exclusively gray lupus garou tavern-she hesitated.

"Miss?"

"Bottled water, please." She'd meant to sound tough, to match the look of the place. She'd intended to be someone different, with her red hair dyed black and the high-heeled boots giving the impression she stood taller, more like them. The blue contacts she wore hid her green eyes sufficiently, but she still felt like Lisa, triplet to Lena, with barely any visible difference in appearance, except her eyes were greener and her hair more red and less golden than her sister's had been. Had her voice betrayed her?

The small smile on the bartender's face was more likely because she was a stranger who'd walked into a wolves' den without protection than because she'd given herself away. She cursed herself for not disguising her voice better, but the barkeep's warm demeanor gave her a false sense of security, which could be the death of her if she wasn't careful.

The bartender handed her a chilled bottle of water and tall green glass. "New in town?"

"Just passing through," she said, paying for the water.

"Sam's the name, miss. If you need anything, just holler."

"Thanks." Hollering for a drink was definitely not her style.

She chose a table in the farthermost corner of the room, half-hidden in shadows. Although any of them could see in the dark as well as she could, this location would keep her out of the main flow of traffic. She hoped she'd seem inconspicuous, not worthy of anyone's scrutiny, and most of all, human.

Lisa glanced at the door. According to her information, Kiran Silver-Lena's widowed mate-should be here soon.

One of the men got up from his seat and gave Sam some cash. The man cast Lisa a hint of a smile, then returned to his chair. Small for a gray, stocky, hair a bland brown, eyes amber, his clothes carrying a coating of dust, he had a soft, round baby face. Looked sweet, a beta-wolf type. Smudges of dirt colored his cheeks, and he wiped them off with the back of his denim shirtsleeve. His eyes never straying from her, he smoothed out his raggedy hair and took another swig of his beer.

Sam joined Lisa and handed her the cash. "Joe Kelly paid for your drink, miss. He works at the silver mine, which explains his slightly rough appearance. But he cleans up good." Sam gave her a wink, and returned to the bar.

Should she turn down Joe's offer? On the other hand, if he was interested in her, maybe she could discover the truth quicker.

"Thank you," she mouthed to Joe Kelly and his chest swelled.

The other guys started ribbing him in low voices. The tips of Joe's ears turned crimson.

Her stomach clenched with the notion that Lena had had the audacity to mate with a gray, especially when she had a mate already. She'd said she wanted to find herself, and she did. Six feet under. Yet, Lisa couldn't help feeling it was her own fault, that if she'd taken Lena's place back home, or even run away with her, she might have kept her safe. But what about their parents? She couldn't have left them behind-not with her dad so incapacitated-but hell, she hadn't been able to protect them either. They had been murdered anyway.

She tamped down a shudder, hating that she hadn't stopped any of it. But once she learned what had happened to Lena and put the murderer in his grave, Lisa was going to locate her brother and their uncle-damn both of them for leaving the family behind.

The barkeep clinked some glasses, his gaze taking her in like a crafty old wolf's. He probably was on the younger side of middle age but due to the beard, he seemed older. The smile still percolated on his lips. Trying to figure her out? Or did he realize what a phony she was? Hunting in the wild was nothing new, but hunting like this...

She twisted the top off her bottled water and glanced down at her watch again. Only four twenty-five.

"Waiting for someone?" Sam asked, one dark brow cocked.

She shook her head. Her hat jiggled, her glasses slipped, and the annoying earrings danced.

Two men appeared in front of one of the dingy tavern windows and then the door jerked open. Her heart skittered.

"Hey, Sam! Bring us a pitcher of beer," one of them called.

About six-foot-as tall as her brother-with windswept shoulder-length dark hair and a newly started beard, his amber eyes hinted at cheerfulness and good-humor rang in his words. Both men wore leather jackets, plaid shirts, denims, cowboy hats, and boots, and they appeared to be twins. Multiple births abounded among lupus garous, so no surprise there. They looked like they were mid- to latetwenties and walked into the place like they owned the joint.

"Jake, Tom." Sam glanced in her direction, alerting them to the presence of a stranger.

She stiffened her back and gripped her glass tighter.

Tom-his hair the lighter of the two, longer, curling around his broad shoulders, his face smooth as silk-fastened his gaze on her and raised his brows, tipped back his Stetson, and grinned.

Self-conscious, her whole body heated and alarm bells rang. Keep a low profile!

Tom took a deep breath as if he were love-struck. "The place looks a might better tonight, Sam. Done some nice redecorating."

The bearded one furrowed his dark brows. "Didn't you tell her it's a private club and no matter what, thattable is reserved?"

"Bending the rules today. First come, first served." Sam grinned and winked at Lisa.

Damn. Was this where Kiran normally sat? She thought he'd sit in the center, so everyone could see their leader. That's the way Bruin did it back home.

Now what? Move? To where? If she moved to the table across from Kiran's, she feared she'd draw too much attention. Not that she expected anyone to hurt her here, but she had thought she'd be able to keep a low profile. The tables situated on the other side of the bar sat in front of the restrooms. Anywhere else was too near the front door or in the middle of the floor, and no matter what, she wanted to have her back to the wall. She wasn't leaving until she'd had a chance to observe the leader and as many of his pack members as she could, any one of whom might have murdered Lena.

Tom grabbed the pitcher of beer and a glass. "Come on, Jake. Change is good for the soul." He stalked over to the table opposite her and sat where he could see both the front door and, most of all, her.

Immersed in a goldfish bowl, she wondered what had made her think she could enter the wolves' lair without arousing suspicion.

Jake sat with his back to the wall to have a better view of the door. If he wanted to look her over, he'd have to turn his head and be pretty obvious about it. He did.The expression on his face was dark and foreboding. Gone was the humor his features had held when he first walked into the place.

Laughing and boisterous, three more men barged into the tavern, glanced to where Jake and Tom sat, then shifted their attention to Lisa. Which meant what? That Jake and Tom normally sat with Kiran at the table where she was now sitting?

Terrific!

"Howdy, boys," the older bearded man of the group said, nodding a greeting. The other two were nearly as old, gray streaking their brown beards, their gazes pinned on her. "Bring us the usual, Sam." He turned to Jake and pointed his head at her. "He know about this?"

"Still giving orders at the factory, Mason," Tom said.

The bearded man grumbled, "Fourth of July's coming for a second time this year."

Figuring she'd be better off sitting next to the restrooms to lessen the chance of creating fireworks, Lisa grabbed her purse.

The door banged open again. The chatter died.

As soon as she saw him, she knew it was him-not only because silence instantly cloaked the room and every eye in the place watched Kiran Silver's reaction. His sable hair curled at the top edge of his collar. Brooding dark eyes, grim lips, features handsomely rugged, but definitely hard, defined him. Wearing a leather jacket, western shirt, jeans, and boots, everything was as black as his somber mood. He looked so much like Tom and Jake, she figured they must be triplets, and he was the leader of the gray lupus garou in the area. Had to be, the way everyone watched him, waiting for the fireworks.

Something about him stirred her blood, something akin to recognition, yet she'd never seen him before in her life. It wasn't his face, or clothes, or body that stimulated some deep memory-but the way he moved-commanding, powerful, with an effortless grace.

He glanced at the barkeep and gave a nod of greeting-sullen, silent, still in mourning for his mate? If he discovered why Lisa was here, he'd be pissed.

A shiver trickled down her spine. She released her purse and kept her seat, for the moment. Everyone was acting so oddly, she imagined that was the reason he quickly surveyed the current seating arrangement. When his eyes lit on her, incredulity registered.

Crap! He recognized her; she just knew it. Didn't matter that she had dyed her hair this horrible color that didn't do anything for her fair skin, or that her eyes were now blue. Didn't matter that the heavy padded leather jacket gave her broader shoulders and made her appear heavier, or that she wore her hair straight as blades of uncut grass, compliments of a hair straightening iron, when her sister's and hers was naturally curly. She couldn't hide the shape of her face or eyes or mouth. All of them mirrored her sister's looks.

Then again, his look was puzzled. The hat and glasses appeared to confuse him. Maybe the fact that she wore the faux pierced earrings that looked like the real thing did too.

She broke eye contact first, her skin sweaty, her

hands trembling. God, he was more wolf than she was used to dealing with-broader-shouldered and taller. his eyes locked onto hers with sinful determination, no backing down, no compromise. No wonder Lena had fallen for the attention-grabbing gray. Lisa couldn't help wondering how a romp with a virile wolf like him would feel. But damn if it hadn't gotten Lena killed. Stick with your own kind, that's what her father would have said. No humans, lupus garouonly... the red variety.

Everyone remained deathly quiet-no one lifted a mug to take a sip of a drink, no one moved a muscle. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to look at Kiran, to see what he was doing now.

Still staring at her. She wanted to sink into the floor like mop water on a hot day. She gritted her teeth, lifted her glass of water, and took another swig, hoping she wouldn't inadvertently choke on the icy drink out of nervousness. But she wasn't leaving Silver Town until she avenged Lena's death.

Kiran glanced at Sam, who shrugged a shoulder and handed him an empty glass. If Kiran wanted her out of his chair, he would have to move her.

Macho gang leaders had to show they were in charge, particularly when it came to their territory, and no one, especially women, upstaged them. There were none more notorious for this than lupus garous. No one chal

lenged them and got away with it, unless another lupus garou was trying to take over the pack, and won.

She wasn't part of his pack. She wasn't a male. And she wasn't a gray. What's worse, she looked like his dead mate. On the other hand, it appeared he wasn't sure of what he was seeing.

The eyes that latched onto her again were cold, yet sorrow was reflected in them, too. He jerked the glass off the counter and headed to where Jake and Tom sat. He forced Tom to move to the chair with his back to the door, giving Kiran a better view of both her and the entrance.

How could she observe the pack members if the leader kept an eye on her? Even now, she was certain he could smell her fear. She told herself she wasn't afraid of him, but any lupus garou who was worth his pelt would take heed when confronting a pack leader.

Frozen with indecision, she remained seated. What the hell, let him think she was too afraid to move from her chair-his chair, whatever.

The first woman she'd seen tonight entered the tavern dressed in short shorts and a turtleneck shirt, with leather boots mid-thigh, her sable hair piled on top of her head in whirls of dark curls.

"Hey, Silva," one of the four men seated at the bar said and whistled. "Looking hot."

She gave him a flashy bright red-lipped grin, then glanced in Lisa's direction. Astonishment was reflected in her expression. Silva's gaze shifted and she spied Kiran nearby. Bending over the bar to give the guys a better look at her ass, she whispered something to Sam. He looked over at Lisa. Yep, she was sure to be the topic of conversation tonight.

Sam shrugged. "Drawing a real crowd tonight, Silva. Why don't you see if the boss needs some more beer?"

Tom lifted the empty pitcher. "Need a refill. Looks like the lady could use another drink."

Desperately wanting out of the limelight, Lisa melted into her seat.

Silva gave her a simpering smile. "Well, well, looks like the word has gotten out to some far-reaching places. Guess it won't be long before the place will be crawling with-"

Sam slammed a pitcher of beer on the counter. "Take care of the customers, Silva, and play nice."

She sneered at him, then grabbed the pitcher. "Yes siree, boss, that's what you pay me for." Swinging her hips, she carried the beer to Kiran's table, and then gave him a big smile. "Here ya go, boss. Just whistle if you need more."

Kiran didn't say a word, just leaned back in his chair and looked over at Lisa.

Silva made a face and headed for Lisa's table. "Need another... bottled water?"

Time for a drink. "Got margaritas?" Lisa spoke low, only it wasn't low enough.

Tom choked on his beer. A couple of the men at the bar chuckled. Sam smiled and poured whiskey for one of the men.

"I don't know, sugar." Silva turned to Sam. "Hey, Sam, we got fancy drinks for an out-of-towner? Like a margarita?" She said the word as if she was speaking of a woman's cute name.

More chuckles ensued.

"I can whip up anything the little lady would like."

Little. That described her all right. Five-four, and the size of a red lupus garou female. She sat taller.

"Is that what you would like, Miss...?" Silva asked, drawing it out, searching for a name.

"Yes, thank you."

Tough, damn it. Lisa wanted to present a tougher image in front of the grays. She'd practiced and practiced and so what did she do? Acted like a squeaky damned mouse. Used to being around her own kind, she'd never felt intimidated-much. Having earned double black belts in jujitsu and kung fu helped boost her confidence around human brutes. But these people were neither human nor her own kind, and a whole pack of them could devour her alive if she gave them the opportunity.

The woman leaned closer and Lisa was again sure she was about to be found out. Silva breathed in the air, and her brown eyes narrowed. Despite wearing a ton of fancy human perfumes, and of course the stench from the fresh dye job-although Lisa had washed her hair in strawberry shampoo trying to cover up that odor-she hoped no one could smell that she was a lupus garou,and not one of their own kind, either. Looked like it didn't work.

"Well, well, well." Silva straightened her back. "Make the lady a margarita, Sam."

"Put the first on my tab," Tom piped up. "Wouldn't want the lady to think we're a bunch of unfriendly old coots."

"The second one's on me," Silva said.

The miner, Joe Kelly, looked disappointed that he hadn't spoken up first, but as much of a beta wolf as he appeared, he probably wouldn't say anything to tick Kiran off. Kiran's brothers would be the exceptions, and Silva seemed able to do as she pleased.

Kiran didn't say a word. He exuded control with just a look-dangerous, not the kind of man to rile. His actions, or lack thereof, spoke louder than any words. Bruin would have blustered all over the tavern in Kiran's place. Proving he was the pack leader and no one would disobey him, Bruin would have taken her to task immediately, belittled her, thrown her out of the joint bodily if she'd taken his seat. But just a glower from Kiran conveyed a world of threat, and she'd do well to heed it.

Everyone seemed fascinated with the reason Silva had taken an interest in Lisa. They had to figure Silva had discovered something about her. Silva seemed amused Lisa was a red lupus garou masquerading as a human. At least Lisa assumed the woman had found her out.

"Where ya staying, darlin'?" Silva's tone was much more appeasing, the sweetness faked.

Lisa cleared the sudden frog in her throat. "Just passing through."

Silence. The woman's eyes darkened, and she quickly glanced at Kiran. His eyes had widened, and he was staring at Lisa. Shit. Her voice must have sounded similar to Lena's this time, the way she spoke, the inflection, something.

Low conversation took place at the table next to Kiran's and among the grays at the bar while Sam whipped up Lisa's margarita, but no one at Kiran's table spoke a word.

More patrons entered the tavern, all looking to greet their leader, then, finding a dead ringer for his dead mate sitting at his regular table, turned to see Kiran, and the scenario repeated itself until the place was crowded and noisy. But no one dared sit at her table. Thank god. The more important conversations were conducted low so she couldn't hear the gist of them, but she only had to guess what was being said. Dead sister's clone arrives at grays' hangout, seeking revenge. They'd all be shaking in their boots. Right.

After finishing her margarita, Lisa was dying to go to the bathroom, and the place had grown so warm, she shrugged out of her jacket. Big mistake. As soon as they saw how petite she was, the whole room grew quiet again.

Silva hurried over with another margarita for Lisa, although she intended to get another bottle of water.

"On me, sweetie," the woman said, this time with real affection. Standing nearly five-foot-ten, in her four-inch heels, she was small for a female gray.

"Thanks." Lisa stood, and the woman's face dropped, probably thinking Lisa meant to leave, snubbing her for the drink. "Got to use the little girls' room."

"Oh." Silva's lips turned up slightly. "Back that way." She motioned with her hand.

"Thanks." Lisa hadn't considered what it would feel like to walk through the tavern to the ladies' room, until everyone acted so interested in her. With her shoulders straight back, her chin tilted up, and her body ten degrees hotter than normal, she made her way to the restroom.

Several men nodded their heads in greeting. Respectfully, a couple of them took their cowboy hats off. None smiled though, not even Joe this time, which would be typical. Until their pack leader made her welcome, most would look her over, but wouldn't make any move to be overtly friendly. Kiran would probably take Joe to task if Sam told him the miner had paid for her first drink.

Sitting with some men at one of the larger tables, three women glowered at her as if they wished her dead. Had any of them wanted Lena eliminated and carried out the threat?

Ignoring them, Lisa walked into the restroom, but after entering a stall, she heard the outer door squeak open. Her skin chilled. Too late to circumvent the trouble headed her way.

When she exited the stall, the three women were waiting for her, their expressions slightly amused in a sinister manner. All brown-haired, around mid-twenties like her-probably each vying to be Kiran's new mate and fearing she was new competition.

When she'd come up with this scheme of looking for her Lena's murderer, Lisa had never considered anyone would think she'd be interested in pursuing the pack's leader. The idea of mating with a bigger gray for real... She mentally shook her head.

"What's your name?" the woman in denims and a cowl-neck sweater asked, her voice softly threatening, her western boot tapping on the tile floor. Her amber eyes narrowed, she took in a deep breath-trying to smell who or what Lisa was-and curled her orange-painted lips up in a nasty way. The notion her face could hideously freeze that way briefly crossed Lisa's mind. "You're not from around here, and you're not one of us."

"Hey, Ritka, what say we give her a nice send-off?" the shortest one asked, still towering over Lisa by several inches.

Lisa brushed past her to wash her hands.

"Don't plan on staying, bitch," a meatier one snarled, whipping her waist-length, muddy-colored hair about as she spoke, crowding Lisa. Bulkier than the other two, she would make a hefty wolf and hard to beat if she craved being Kiran's bitch and fought the others to have that role. But no female lupus garou-well, of the red variety-crowded Lisa anymore and got away with it, and she was having a devil of a time maintaining her cool.

"Don't intend to stay long. Just taking care of a little family business, if it's any of your concern."

Ritka whispered close to her ear, her whiskey breath invading Lisa's breathing space, "We know who you are, and you can't have him, Red. You know what happened to the other one. Get out of Dodge, honey, before it happens to you, too."

Her blood sizzling, Lisa attempted to wash her hands as if the women didn't exist.

The short one yanked at her purse and the leather strap bit into Lisa's shoulder. "Tell us who you are."

"As if the bitch would say, Angelina, when she's wearing this fool disguise," Ritka snarled.

Lisa's temple pounded with frustration, but she rinsed the soap off her hands and bit back the feral part of her wolf nature clawing to get out. Beating up three female grays wouldn't help her cause.

Ritka bumped into her, probably triggered by the other pulling at her purse, each leading the other on, escalating the situation. Lisa clenched her teeth against retaliating. Nothing they did was important enough to provoke her, she reminded herself.

The heavy one grabbed a handful of Lisa's hair and yanked hard. "Guys don't like dyed hair, didn't you know?"

The pain ripped across Lisa's scalp, and she counted slowly to ten, hoping to avoid physical contact, but planning swift retaliation if anyone did anything else.

"You got that right, Hosstene," Ritka said with a sharp laugh and reached for a handful of Lisa's hair.

Enough! With a quick well-placed jab, Lisa elbowed Angelina in the gut, judo-chopped Hosstene in the throat, then swung around and slammed her fist into Ritka's eye. While they were choking and cursing, Lisa grabbed a paper towel, dried her hands, and left the restroom, her heart racing.

She'd asked for trouble now.

No, damn it. The bitches had asked for trouble and as much as told Lisa that someone had murdered Lena for being a red.

She opened the restroom door and slammed it behind her, shutting out the women's curses. The men who were sitting with the women looked from Lisa to the ladies' room. Sorry, boys, the girls need to tidy up a bit.

Lisa retook her seat and when the women still didn't emerge from the restroom, Sam motioned for Silva to check it out.

Maybe now would be a good time for Lisa to go in search of her rogue brother and uncle. Forget that Lena had run away and gotten herself killed, leaving Lisa to deal with Bruin's pack alone. Or, she could stay and face the wrath of a bunch of angry grays.

As a matter of pride and a good deal of stubbornness, she stayed. All eyes remained on the restroom while Lisa coolly drank her second margarita. No one spoke. No doubt the whole lot of them would murder Lisa in her sleep tonight. She hoped her time here wasn't totally wasted. But she wasn't giving up.

Silva came out of the restroom, her lips turned up, her eyes sparkling with amusement, head shaking. She raised her brows at the guys who were with the women and strolled past. Her attention turned to Kiran, waiting for a report. Her smile broadened, then she spoke to Sam.

"Next margarita's on me, Silva, for the young lady." Tom offered Lisa a grin and a wink.

Lisa shook her head. "Water will be fine."

The three women crowded out of the bathroom, Ritka scowling, her swollen right eye already turning black and blue. Angelina was still clutching her stomach, and Hosstene's face was dark with anger-Lisa was pretty sure her jab to the gray's throat would preclude her talking much for a while.

Everyone looked the women over, then Lisa. No, she wasn't fighting to be the pack leader's new bitch.

She guessed it was time to come up with a new plan. This one damn sure wasn't working.

Kiran Silver watched the defiant young lady who had to be his mate's twin. Had to be. The voice clinched it. At first, he thought she was some ditsy human sitting in his chair at his table, and he couldn't understand why Sam hadn't thrown her out of the place. At least he'd thought she was human. Lupus garous had exceptional visual acuity. Only humans wore glasses. And the pierced earrings. No lupus garou would get caught dead with pierced earlobes in their wolf form. Or wear a watch, for that matter. The straight black hair looked nothing like his dead mate's, and the blue eyes had stopped him cold. The perfume she'd drowned herself in, he figured, was some ploy to get all the guys in the tavern hot and bothered, but for lupus garous, the smell was overwhelming, burned their eyes, and had the opposite effect.

Her voice was all it took to send shivers exploding across his skin.

He swore he was seeing his late wife sipping margaritas, which she never would have done. A wine lady was what she was. And the way this woman had handled the ladies from his pack? His mate would never have managed.

Taking a steadying breath, he reminded himself the woman wasn't his mate. She only looked like her when he scrutinized her closely, her small face dominated by the oversized Stetson and the bug-eyed, rose-colored glasses, but personality-wise she couldn't be more different from his beloved Lisa. Except his people already seemed to make up their minds. Lisa had returned, and he would have a go at her again.

Not in a million years. She'd killed herself, unstable, unable to deal with the stress of being a pack leader's mate, and not being one of them in the first place... Nope, wouldn't happen again. Next one would be a gray, except not from his pack. Except for Silva, the eligible women had resented Lisa, and he couldn't forgive them.

He finished his third beer and set his glass aside. He tried to watch his people to take his mind off his dead mate, but the woman sitting at his table distracted him something fierce. What the hell was she doing here anyway? Come to claim her sister's body? Scream at him for pushing her sister over the edge? Condemning himself enough for her death for the past three weeks, he didn't need anyone else's help. Not enough beers in the world could make him forget the look on Lisa's face, at peace finally in death.

He shook his head. Although he usually stayed until closing, tonight he wanted to get away. How would it look if the pack leader couldn't deal with the image of his late wife sitting at the next table?

Growling deep inside, he poured himself another beer.

"Twin sister, don't you think, Kiran?" Tom, his youngest triplet asked, his brows raised.

"Yeah. Lisa said she didn't have any family left. Apparently she lied." Which didn't set well with Kiran, but it was too late to be angered about it.

"What do you think she's doing here?" Tom rubbed his hand over the sweating glass.

"Something to do with her sister, no doubt."

"Think the woman suspects Lisa was murdered?" Jake asked.

Kiran looked sharply at him. "What the hell makes you say that?"

Jake shrugged. "Why wouldn't she meet with you and state what her business is here? Why try to conceal her identity? The only conclusion I can come up with is she doesn't think Lisa's death was an accident. And she's looking into it herself."

"Hell." Kiran glowered at the red, wondering what her hair would look like if it wasn't that hideous black color, way too harsh for her light creamy skin.

"Looks like she gave the ladies hell who meant to mess with her." Tom grinned.

"Which means there'll be more trouble." Jake's voice was as dark as Kiran felt.

Kiran turned to Tom. "I want you to-"

Jake interrupted, "She's leaving."

All conversation in the tavern instantly died.

Her boots clicked on the wood floor as she walked toward the door, her back stiff, her hands clenched in fists-her whole body language saying, Don't mess with me.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he craved chasing after her and laying claim to her, just like he'd done with her sister. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss those pursed lips, feel her soft skin naked beneath his, make love to her like he'd made love to her sister. He was definitely losing it.

With the utmost restraint, he remained seated and observed her open the door. "Follow her, Tom. Watch where she goes, and... hell, stick to her for the night."

"You sure? You really mean it?" Tom asked, his voice too hopeful.

"Just don't let anyone get to her, all right?"

"He means," Jake interjected, "don't let anyone screw with her and that includes you."

Tom looked at Kiran for confirmation. If his brother wanted her and the woman was agreeable, who was he to say no? Their kind wasn't into casual sex, so if she wanted a mate and Tom was interested, fine. Kiran wasn't about to go down that road again. "Do whatever it takes to make sure none of our people bother her."

Tom gave Jake a look like he had him there. "Thanks, Kiran. I'll take care of her." He hurried after Lisa's sister as the door slammed behind her.

Sending Tom after the woman signaled to the rest of his people in the tavern, and the word would quickly spread to the others, Kiran wanted her left alone. If any stepped over the line, he'd hold them accountable.

Jake moved his glass over the wooden table, scraping it back and forth.

Kiran glowered at him. "What, Jake?"

"Don't you think you should talk with the woman? Find out what she's doing here?"

"Why do you think Lisa was murdered?"

"You've buried your head in the sand on this one, brother. Several believe someone murdered her, but when they spy me, the talking stops. No one will tell me or Tom what they suspect."

"A conspiracy?"

"No. At least I don't think so. Unless they're protecting someone, or are afraid you'd be too mad if you learned the truth."

"Most of the pack believes I'd be happier thinking she committed suicide?"

Jake twisted his head to the side. "Yeah. If we have a murderer in our midst, it could shake up the whole pack. If she committed suicide, everything would be a lot cleaner."

"She left a suicide note in her own handwriting. She killed herself. End of story." Kiran took another swig of his beer, but this time it tasted sour.

"Then why don't you tell her sister the truth? Why send Tom, who's bound to botch the whole thing?" Jake's mouth curved up, the first truly evil smile Kiran had seen him offer in a while. "If he gets fresh, he's liable to look like Ritka with a colorful new eye."

Kiran ignored his comment. "If a twin sister is looking into what happened, Lisa must not have had any brothers."

"We didn't know she had any family, period."