As soon as Ellison turned to leave Deni’s bedroom, Deni had come out of the bed and leapt onto his back. He’d heard Connor and Maria drive away while he’d fought off several hundred pounds of wolf.
Will and Jackson had already left for the day, their jobs starting at first light. Ellison and Deni battled it out alone, she too strong and swift to give him time to call for help.
Ellison pinned her with his large wolf’s body, Deni swiping with claws and teeth, a mad light in her eyes. Both their Collars snapped sparks, the pain biting Ellison deeply.
This was insane. And heartbreaking. One day Deni would go too far and seriously injure Ellison or her own cubs, or Ellison would have no choice but to kill her.
The idea sent a wash of pain through him at the same time he staved off her attack, she trying to rip out her older brother’s throat.
The phone pealed into the rumble of growls and snarls. Deni jerked, her attention diverted, but Ellison didn’t dare let go of her to answer it.
He knew, though he didn’t know how, that the person on the other end was in danger. Jackson and Will were out there, neither wanting to stay home from jobs they liked. Connor was out there too, with Maria . . .
Ellison tried to get up. Deni used his distraction to attack, jaws open, fangs bared.
Ellison caught her as he shifted, hands digging into her fur, swung her around, and threw her across the room.
Deni tumbled, howling, and crashed into the wall. Before she could get herself up again, Ellison dove for the phone.
“Ellison.” He heard Maria’s panting relief, and his fears skyrocketed.
“Where are you?” he said, his voice guttural. “What’s wrong?”
“Connor. I couldn’t stop them. I was taking my stupid test. He was waiting in the parking lot for me because I was nervous . . .”
“Wait. Stop. Tell me.”
Maria drew a long breath and told him in simple words what had happened. “I’m at a convenience store at Congress and Ben White. What are we going to do? We have to find him.”
“You stay right where you are. I’m on this. Aw, shit.”
Deni crashed into him, yanking the landline phone out of the wall. The phone went dead, Maria’s voice vanishing.
Deni’s eyes were red, the feral in her taking over. Her Collar shocked more sparks deep into her, but the pain didn’t slow her down.
They fought out of the kitchen and to the living room, Ellison trying desperately to stop her. He’d have to knock her out somehow and get away from her. Connor needed help now.
The back door banged open. Ronan charged in, already throwing off his clothes, and became a giant Kodiak bear before he hit the living room.
Seriously hit it—the doorframe broke and a table full of Deni’s knickknacks went over. Deni rolled away from Ellison and faced this new threat.
Ronan roared, a colossus enraged. Deni laid her ears back and bared her teeth, ready to fight. Her stance told Ellison that she expected her brother to join her in beating back the intruding bear.
Ronan raised a paw to knock her senseless. Ellison jumped at him, instinctively defending his sister, his pack.
Ellison’s leap ended on Ronan’s massive paw. The Kodiak tried to pull his punch, but the blow smacked Ellison head over tail to land him on the couch. The couch broke into a pile of wood and stuffing, Ellison’s wolf buried in the debris.
In that moment, sanity flooded back into Deni’s eyes. She rose and flowed back into human form, her face ashen. “Ellison!”
She rushed to Ellison and put her arms around him, stroking his fur, while Ellison lay stunned, trying to catch his breath. Ronan subsided, watching them both anxiously.
“I did it again, didn’t I?” Deni asked, her voice broken. “Ellison, what are we going to do?”
The question was a serious one. Shifters who went mad, and who were aware of their madness, sometimes took what they thought was the easiest way out for themselves and their families.
Deni’s hopeless look worried Ellison. At the same time . . . Connor.
Ronan shifted back to his human form, a huge, muscle-bound, naked man. “Sorry, Ellison. You OK?”
Ellison climbed out of the ruined couch, shaking foam rubber out of his fur. Deni rose to her feet, finally noticing the overturned table and broken door. Her expression turned to dismay. “Ronan.”
Ronan flushed. “Hey, I said I was sorry. I’ll fix it. I promise. We need Ellison though. Right now.”
“Why?” Deni fell into the nearest chair, folding her arms across her stomach. “What happened?”
Ellison shifted back to human form. “Connor’s been taken,” he said grimly.
Deni leapt to her feet again, her strength returning. “Oh, Goddess. By that Bradley guy?”