“Red Fog,” Miles snarls.
My wolf growls.I look over at Miles, waiting to see if he’ll shift.
“Twisted Oak,” one of the men says in disgust, his lip curling as he stares at us.
My wolf begs to be let out to deal with them.I’m about to shift when Harris and Logan sprint up next to Miles and me.The Red Fog members’ gazes dart between the four of us as we circle them, closing the distance between us.By the time they decide to attack us, it’s too late.
One of the men swings at Harris, but Miles grabs his arm and swings it behind his back.
“You can’t win this,” he screams at Miles.
I snort.“We just did.”
I look over to see Logan and Harris have restrained the other man with zip ties.Harris hands me some, and I zip-tie our guy’s hands behind his back while Miles holds him still.
“Where are we putting them?”I ask Logan.
“The prison,” he replies.“You want us to take them, or you want to go?”
“We’ll go.We should check in at the firehouse while we’re in town.”
“Sounds good.Be safe,” Harris says.
We march the two struggling men toward town.
Tucker and Crew are leaving the police station as we approach.They grin when they see the two grumpy men with us.
“Two more to be locked up?”Crew asks.
Miles nods.“Yeah.Have you had a lot of others today?”
“Oh, yeah.We’re almost at capacity.We were on our way to talk to the Alphas and see where we were supposed to put any Red Fog members captured today.”
I nod.“Tell them we’re headed back out to help with patrol.”
We hand the guys off to Tucker and Crew to secure, then cross the street to the fire station, where a few volunteer firefighters are on duty.They tense up the moment we step inside, but their shoulders ease when they realize it’s us.Everyone’s on edge.The whole pack is holding its breath until the Red Fog Pack is dealt with and we’ve laid our dead to rest.
“All good here?”Miles asks the guys.
“It’s been quiet,” one of the volunteers replies.“We’ve had reports of the Red Fog Pack members crossing by the old Malin house.I guess they’re using the path there to sneak across.”
“We’ll head there, then,” Miles says.
“You might want to bring some supplies.”The volunteer tosses me a medic bag.
I thank him, and Miles and I head out.
“Maybe we should stop at home and check on our mates,” Miles suggests.
“We need to help.We’re off duty in three hours, so we can go home for the night.Let’s get this over with.”
He sighs and nods.
We head for the Malin house.The Red Fog Pack didn’t burn any of the homes in this area, and now we know why—we would’ve seen the path they were using.
We set up on the right side of the house, and I pass Miles a water bottle from the medic bag.I twist the cap on my water bottle and chug half of it as I catch my breath.
“Maybe it would help Dillon if she talked to other shifters,” Miles suggests.“There are other human mates in town.We could introduce them, and they could explain how it felt for them.”
