Pack Secrets(37)

Dean grasped the loose skin of her cat’s neck and tossed her out the door as he slammed it behind him. She heard a scuffle followed by a single gunshot that had her cat bristling. She paced the length of the lobby she’d been thrust into and waited to see who emerged.

Scant seconds later Talia ran out of the room and right into Dee. Wasting no time Dee hissed and released her fangs to bite down on her arm. The muscles and tendons tore under her grip, but it wasn’t enough, Dee wanted her broken. Tossing her head side to side Dee was satisfied when the bone under her jaw snapped causing a sharp cry of pain from Talia. Releasing her arm she allowed Talia to retreat into the corner.

Having her prey cornered created a sense of excitement for Dee, but she needed answers. She shifted, allowing the change to burst free with no hesitation. All the adrenaline coursing through her body had her heat temporarily withdrawn. “I still don’t understand why, Talia. Your brother used me and quickly discarded me, having no patience for a mate. He wasn’t what any of us expected or wanted.”

She spoke through tears, “He was still my brother and you had no right to take my nephew. You had no right.”

“That’s correct. Normally, I’d agree with you, but your brother was power hungry and didn’t live by pack laws. He hurt some very good people. You weren’t here and I didn’t even know Tidus had a sister. You were obviously kept in the dark. I understand if you want to punish me for keeping your nephew away; however, I didn’t know you existed, Talia.”

Her sobs echoed around the empty space. “He should have told you.”

Dee pulled herself up to her full height. “Regardless, you broke pack law and you’ll be punished. You are following in Tidus's footsteps by using weapons and drugs against pack. Can I assume you’re the one who dug the pit and poisoned the rabbit; you realize you nearly killed your nephew.”

Talia screamed. “You’re not pack, you are a lowly fucking feline and you never deserved my brother.”



Scenting blood, the boys came upon an unconscious naked wolf. He was covered in blood, sparking Justin’s healing gift. Refusing to heal someone who could have taken part in his mate’s cat-napping he refrained.

Blake whispered, “Here kitty, kitty,” earning him an elbow from Paul and a glare from their father.

“What? I was just lightening the mood. Dee’s not bleeding, and if I’m not mistaken, she’s feeling a little bit chompy right now.”

The sound of hysterical crying came from a room down the hall. Blake was right, it wasn’t Dee, crying or bleeding. He released the breath he’d been holding. His wolf was pawing for release, wanting to make his mate’s problems disappear, as in die, painfully.

A hand landed on his shoulder and he barely reigned in his beast, preventing the growl and subsequent bite he’d been contemplating. He spun to see his father, a concerned expression on his face as he announced, “There’s no gun.”

Shit, that meant his mate’s attacker was armed, but bleeding.

Attempting to focus on her voice, he listened to his mate try to understand her attacker. Her tone was soothing, yet firm as she expressed her displeasure with the attack. Unfortunately, there was no reasoning with crazy people. Knowing their conversation was going nowhere, he entered the room.

Seeing the relief on Dee’s face as he came close to her, he pulled her to his side, and a bit behind him. Okay, so he was caveman enough to admit she was directly behind him where he could protect his mate and the new life they’d created. Her head flopped onto his back, she took his strength while hating the fact her heat came roaring back as his scent hit her.

“Dean?”

Stiffening he questioned, “The wolf in the other room?”

She didn’t speak although he felt her nod against his back. “Shot. Alive in the other room. Friend or foe?”

He knew he was being short, but his mate was in heat, cat-napped, and upon finding her the first thing she said was another man’s name. His normal calm and nurturing demeanor was quickly fading to a wild beast he’d never met.

Commanding the room, he attempted to ignore his mate while he addressed the threat in the room. “You’ve broken pack law. You’ll be jailed until you can have a trial, any questions?”

Wiping the sleeve of her shirt against her running nose, Talia shook her head.

“Stand up, turn around.”

Standing, Talia wavered on her feet before slumping over and reaching into the hem of her pants. The gun flashed briefly before Justin pushed Dee behind the counter, shifted and charged her with fangs extended in a partial shift. He knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight. Apparently, she was just like her brother in the crazy department.