Capturing the Alpha (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) by Viola Rivard Read Free Book Online Page A

wouldn’t know that, because I don’t have anything that’s my own.”
    “You have family that cares deeply for you,” Breeze said, her frown deepening. “You have never in your life been truly alone, and so you cannot possibly understand the value of that. I hope you never do.”
    Indigo turned around again, but before she did, Ginnifer could see her flush from her cheeks down to her neck.
    Flopping down beside Boaz, Breeze gave them a bright smile that was totally at odds with the somber mood of the campsite.
    Boaz, who always felt the need to fill an awkward silence, asked, “How was your run?”
    “Refreshing,” Breeze said as she peered around the area. “The males aren’t back yet?”
    “Nope. Are rabbits hard to find around here?”
    “Nothing is hard to find around here,” she told them. “Prey is abundant in Siluit.”
    Ginnifer had gathered as much from her conversation with Indigo. The night before, Zane had told her that his pack was home to over a hundred wolves, and she’d had trouble imagining how a pack of that size was kept fed without modern agriculture.
    “What kinds of things do you eat?” Ginnifer asked.
    “Our territory sees regular herd migrations,” Breeze explained. “There’s also a breeding ground for seals in the northern region, but we rarely have to resort to that.”
    “How often do you hunt?” Ginnifer had turned her camera on, eager to record the information.
    “Almost every day, although we usually only make two or three large kills a week. It isn’t good fortune that brings the caribou and muskox herds through our territory each year. Unlike other packs, we’re very careful to only hunt stragglers—usually the old or lame ones. This way, we don’t scare off the core herd.”
    “Are the other wolf packs close? Do you have to keep them away from your herds?”
    Breeze leaned over and used her finger to draw a crude map in the snow. “Siluit is here,” she said, marking the eastern patch. “There are a few small lynx packs in the area, but they steer clear of us and our hunting grounds don’t overlap. Everything to the north is Sedna, they’re our allies. Everything to the south is bear country. We don’t bother them, they don’t bother us. To the west, that’s Amarok. They aren’t above attacking our herds and their alpha is…”
    “An asshole,” Indigo offered. “You’re lucky my brother found you and not him, otherwise you’d be dead.”
    Boaz shifted uncomfortably, but Ginnifer could only shrug. Everything had worked out, so there was no sense dwelling on what could have happened.
    Zane and Kuva came back a few moments later, each of them carrying a fat hare. Kuva walked right up to Ginnifer, dropping the hare in front of her. Ginnifer scratched the back of her head, unsure what to make of the hare, and she noticed Indigo snickering behind her hand.
    Oh dear .
    “Thank you, Kuva. I’ve already eaten though. Maybe Breeze or Tallow will want some?”
    She hadn’t eaten yet, but she had no idea what accepting that rabbit would mean to him. From the way he’d been behaving thus far, she already got the impression that he had some interest in her, and the last thing she wanted was to lead him on.
    As if on cue, Tallow appeared beside her to snatch the hare up. “Thanks, Kuva!”
    Kuva reached out for the hare and opened his mouth as if to protest. He stopped short though, his shoulders slumping with disappointment.
    The rest of the wolves fell into easy conversation as they prepared their meal. Breeze and Indigo skinned the hares while Zane built the fire. Tallow was tasked with cooking the meat, and by the time the hares were roasting over the flames, Ginnifer was fighting to keep her stomach from growling. Kuva was still sitting in silence, looking dejected, and she couldn’t in good conscience claim that she was suddenly hungry again.
    As they divided the meat amongst themselves, Tallow insisted on hand-feeding Boaz. His skin turned an