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Brandon was going to kill his mate’s friends. How the hell had they found a boogieman nest? His brothers sat quiet beside him as Savron drove to Skin.
Brandon was pissed as it was. Jess was supposed to have come over to him today, but she’d messaged him, no phone call but a message, to say she was spending the weekend with her friends. When he’d gone around to her mother’s he found out that she stayed the night at Travis’s and was doing the same tonight. Brandon was angry she was staying with another man, that she’d already spent a night with him.
He’d spent most of this night killing every creature he could find. The leprechauns had done a number on him. He knew he had several ribs broken, and he was covered in cuts. Brandon and his brothers had just been leaving as the cleanup crew arrived when Carter had rung him and told him where and what his mate was doing.
“I’m sure she’s fine, Brandon. Mac and Carter are with her,” Savron said breaking the silence.
Brandon growled. He knew he was so close to losing his shit. “Keep those little fuckers away from me. If I see Zeck or Travis I will kill them.”
Savron nodded and swerved through the traffic.
When he got a hold of his mate he was wringing her neck and never letting her out of his sight ever again.
Savron made the half hour trip across town in fifteen minutes. He didn’t even bother parking the car. He just left it out front. Brandon was out of the car before the engine was even turned off.
Chaos reigned around them. Humans ran from the club. He caught some boogiemen trying to sneak off, and without breaking his stride he broke the first’s neck and ripped the other’s head off. He was stronger thanks to his mating, and Brandon was even stronger right now because she was in danger.
Brandon let his lion out to play, but held the change off enough until he saw his mate. He barged his way through people until he roared at the sight before him. The four werewolves were being attacked by over ten boogiemen. Two boogiemen were sucking the life out of Travis and Zeck, but the sight that had him cracking was his mate smashing glasses over the boogiemen, well boogiewomen, killing her friends.
Charging to her he grabbed her and pulled her away. “What the hell are you doing, woman?”
Jezebel gazed up at him as if he was stupid. “I’m helping my friends. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Getting yourself and me killed. You die, honey, and so do I.” Brandon was only wearing shorts. He hadn’t bothered to change into more. He intended to fight and change to his lion. He pulled off his shorts. “Stay back. I’m changing.” Her eyes widened, but she nodded. He let the change take him. His skin stretched, and his body covered itself in fur. The colorful magic swirled around him.
Brandon looked at the boogies killing Travis and Zeck. He didn’t want to save them. He turned his head to see his brothers helping the wolves. Fuck, it looked like he had no choice. He was the only one available to help them. Checking on his mate, who stared at him, he jumped on one boogiewoman and ripped into her. In his lion form he was heavy. He was probably crushing Zeck, too, but right now he didn’t care. When the boogiewoman turned her focus to him he leaped off her, and she stood coming at him. Using his front paws he pounced on her and ripped her throat out.
Turning his focus to the boogiewoman who now circled him, he crouched down ready to attack. She threw herself at him and tried to get on his back, but in his lion form he was too fast. He turned the tables and had her under him and was clawing at her and tearing her apart. He let his anger loose.
His sister’s voice had him coming out of his killing rage. “Bran, I think it’s dead. You might want to change back before your mate loses her shit. I’m surprised she’s held on as long as she has.”
Taking deep breaths in Brandon calmed himself and focused on the change.
A howl so loud it had even Brandon cringing sounded next to him. Brandon watched in time to see a swearing Carter change back. “What the hell are you doing here?” He glared at Britney and then turned his deadly glare on him. “Who the hell let her come her with all these creatures? I’ll fucking kill them.”
“Don’t you speak to my brother like that. You have no goddamn right to speak to me or my family like that.” Britney straightened her stance and stared daggers at Carter.
Brandon shivered at the smile that formed on Carter’s mouth. It was more than deadly. He looked like the big bad wolf. He stalked towards his sister, and Brandon debated if he should intervene. He glanced at Carter and shook himself. Hell no, he wanted to live.
“I have every right because you, Britney Pride, are mine.”