Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

to say, I waved it off. "Again, not my business. Tell me what you know of my dad."
"It's a little complicated, because I've been forbidden from discussing matters like that with you, specifically." He looked at me like he was trying to tell me something, but couldn't.
"Okay, well." I shifted so I was no longer leaning. I was done playing these games and I had a cipher to uncode. "Since this—" I waved my finger in the air indicating the both of us— "was contingent on you telling me stuff, I feel like we are at an impasse. And with that, it's like what are we even doing here, you know?"
I sipped my tea. It was the dregs and kind of bitter, but it was worth it for the effect.
He didn't want to be kicked out. His eyes went to the chicken scratches on my sheet of paper. "Look. I think I know how to decode that."
“That” was the series of random letters I came up with after I translated the Morse code. "You do? How?"
He was hesitating again. "Look, can I just say what I think without telling you where I got the information?"
I thought about it. I didn't need to know how, not really. I was just curious and it seemed the thing to ask. "I guess that's fair." What was interesting, though, was knowing that he literally couldn't tell me what I wanted him to.
The wolves were always part of our backdrop, just like other things in nature. It was nice to know certain things about them, but I had been too young to notice and care about how they were portrayed in the news or watch them on television.
But some of the urban legends were true. Something like an elder or a higher-up in the pack had been able to curtail what Creed could say. Interesting.
"Okay, I don't know exactly, this is true, but I do know there was a cipher. Your dad was really close to one of our elders. The elder. And he had a notebook same as this, and I remember them arguing that last night, poring over both of these books."
I bit my inner cheek as I surveyed the mess of letters jumbled together. There was an impossible amount of data there. No way would I be able to just randomly stumble upon the right clue or method.
He pointed. "I'm not saying I know the rest, but I know that the main clue. The key word? Is Soleil."

Creed
Soleil ran her elegant fingers through her hair. I could watch her move all day. In fact, I'd done so many days in a row, but I didn't think it was wise to tell her that. Though watching and observing were prized in the pack, I had the feeling that she'd think it was...creepy.
"Well, at least we know the key. Unfortunately we don't have the lock. Or is it that we don't have the actual keyhole, since we know the puzzle we need to decode? Whatever, we have something."
I loved how she had taken to saying "we". I wondered if she even realized she said it. She was amusing in the way she spoke out loud. I didn't think she realized how much she actually did that, most likely because she'd been alone for so long, or just with her dad.
The fact that he was alone and virtually unprotected in that town worried me.
~No worries, Boss. Some of the others, they got themselves on the lookout.~
I nodded, even though they wouldn't be able to see me.
She made her way to the living room, where she peered through that peephole on the front door. I found that curious since it would make the most sense to just look outside the front window. It showed everything, including the men already pacing out there.
~She worried? She shouldn't be worried. Tell her we got this.~ Remy said.
~She’s not worried about us anymore, right, Boss? You're inside after all.~ Vin asked hopefully.
~I don't think she's worried about you or about...them. I think she's worried for you.~
~For us? Why?~
~I think she would rather have you indoors and comfortable, with hot food in your stomachs.~
~Well, I mean, if she wishes it—~
I snarled at the window, even as Vin pulled in closer, close enough for me to see the silver shine in his eyes.
Soleil jumped and had her gun out in one hand, blade in the other. I hadn't even seen her move. Pride swelled in my heart. Nice.
"What was that? Did you see something?"
I was at her side immediately. Vin was there and it was amazing that she hadn't seen him. He saw her, though. He just stood still, looking down at her. The darkness that she couldn't quite see through.
~You want me to say something, Boss?~ It was a good thing that Soleil couldn’t see the way Vin smiled at her. It was a little too eager, and something that could have inspired old fairy tales about lost girls meeting strange wolves in the forest.
I shook my head. And so he stood there, silent and still, a black night with only pops of silver where his eyes were, waiting patiently as Soleil scanned a perimeter she was not really seeing.
She wouldn't want to see it if she could.
I cleared my throat. "I was just having a spirited conversation with one of the pack. Nothing to concern yourself about, Soleil."
She turned to me, then, her eyes bright and golden. "Spirited? Sounded pissed."
I smiled then. Both at the fact that Vin took this moment to slide away from the window and because she thought one little growl was pissed. "No, not pissed."
She glanced at the window before retreating back into the house.
"Well, there doesn't seem to be much else we can do, am I right?" Somehow she had disappeared that knife and smaller gun. I smelled the tang of metal, of course, now that I knew that she had other weapons on her. I could link the one