Chapter 47 What Ho, Alpha Wolf - Part 2

• As Barty lay there on the chaise lounge, sadly proclaiming lost love for Miranda, I kept thinking one thing. I'm not trying to be a jerk here, but I was wondering what Barty thought I was going to do. I was a young runt at the time, and Isaiah Proudmoon was...well, he was an Alpha wolf. I wasn't even ready to make the Alpha Challenge to my own father, let alone some other alpha of another pack. If that's what Barty wanted me to do I had a mind to tell him to jog right on, mate.
• Happily, all Barty said he wanted was a place to crash that didn't remind him of Miranda. "The very air reminds me of her, Vik!" he said, and I thought unkindly that he was being a touch melodramatic. But as I said, I understood how he felt. You see, Barty and Miranda were nigh inseparable, and they did almost everything together. That girl had the patience of a saint with Barty as he droned on and on and on about his archaeological finds. Not that he ever spent time on a dig or anything of the sort, by archaeological finds I mean what new thing he learned that month. And insufferable he could be, I tell you what. This one time he kept talking about the ancient empire of Majapahit and some kind of march on Kediri or something like that.
• "Barty," I asked, after telling Rumsfeld to ready the guest bedroom. "I don't understand. How could old Isaiah have stolen Miranda away from you? I got the idea that you two were inseparable. Forget their age gap, from the way you two carried on, I'm thinking she'd have to be in two places at the same time to sneak around behind your back, hey what?"