“Yeah, that might be a good idea.”
“We can ask Harris’s and Logan’s mates.Or Tucker’s and Crew’s.”
“Maybe.I just… I don’t think it’s the shifter part that’s tripping her up.I think it’s me.I didn’t give her a choice before I bit her, and no matter what I say, nothing can change that.”
“She’ll come around,” he assures me.
I smile tightly.“I hope so.”
My wolf paws at me, and we freeze when we see the men crossing onto our pack’s land.
“They have guns,” Miles whispers.
I grit my teeth.“Shift?”
He nods, and we pull off our clothes as we watch the other pack.As soon as they step out of the forest, we shift and charge toward them, catching them off guard.They didn’t realize we knew about their “secret” path.
I growl as one of them aims a gun at Miles.My paws dig into the dirt as I hurtle toward him and bite down on his outstretched arm, my teeth sinking into his flesh.
The man shrieks as I roll my body, twisting his arm until I hear bones and ligaments tear.I release his arm and go for his throat.He sprawls in the dirt, his arm dangling uselessly at his side.When he reaches for the gun with his good hand, I bite down on his throat.
He cries out weakly, and I watch the life leave his eyes.I don’t like killing, but I’ll do anything to keep my pack safe.
I see Miles fighting with the other man.He’s bigger, but his gun has fallen to the ground, and now he has a knife.He stabs it at Miles, who narrowly dodges the blade.
I snarl, launching myself at the man.Together, Miles and I take him down.Miles goes for his throat while I bite the hand holding the knife.He drops it, and when I look up, I see he’s dead.
Mile and I spin around as footsteps approach behind us, our fur standing on end, our teeth bared.
“Easy.It’s just us,” Griffin says.
We both relax as our Alphas appear and shift back to our human forms.I look down to see blood smeared all over my body.
“You guys are a mess,” Ryker comments.
“Good job,” Griffin says as he takes in the two dead men lying behind us.“Those two were pretty high up in the Red Fog Pack.”
“They have weapons now.They’re getting braver,” Miles says.
“Or maybe their numbers are dwindling,” I suggest.
“I’m guessing it’s the latter,” Ryker says.
“We’re here to take over for you two,” Griffin says.“You’ve been on duty since midnight.Why don’t you head home to your mates?We’ll take it from here.”
“Are you sure?”I ask.
“We’ve got it,” Griffin assures me.
“Let us know if you need anything,” Miles says.
“Will do.Now go rest up,” Ryker orders.
We head off, leaving the medic bag with them in case they need it later.
We’re silent as we head back to the townhouse, exhausted from the long day.I hear our mates giggling as we walk up the front porch steps, and my wolf relaxes inside me.
Miles walks in ahead of me, and I listen to see what floor the girls are on.
