Torem(Zeus’s Pack 4)(3)

He pulled off of the road into the one-island gas station, needing to fuel up for the long trip home. There was no way he would stop with Cheyenne in the truck if trouble was on their heels.

Bryck yawned and stretched, blinking his eyes open as he looked around. “Are we here already?”

“Almost, we’re just stopping for gas.”

Torem fueled his truck up, topping it off, and then pulled back onto the highway. He finally entered the town, noticing how eerily quiet it was. The fact that it was close to ten p.m. might have been the reason, but something just didn’t feel right. His gut was telling him to keep both eyes open and to watch his back.

He stopped at a red light and pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket, checking the hand-drawn map one more time before making a left when the light turned green.

Torem pulled in front of the house that Cheyenne had written as the address. He and Bryck got out of the truck, both quietly closing the door. So Bryck could feel it, too.

Torem’s eyes scanned the neighborhood, looking for what, he wasn’t sure. But that niggling in the back of his mind wouldn’t cease. The only thing Torem could hear at the moment was the crickets, but that did not mean someone couldn’t be watching them.

His gut had never steered him wrong before, and it was telling him to get his brother and get out.

They walked up the stone pathway, stepping onto the porch. Bryck turned his back to the door as he watched the darkness while Torem gently knocked.

He was beginning to think no one was home when he saw the curtain pull an inch away from the window. Someone was looking out. Torem took a step back to reveal himself and pulled the letter from his pocket, holding it up.

The curtains fell back into place, and in the next moment he could hear the rattling of a chain hitting the wooden door and the lock disengaging. The door inched open.

Torem tapped Bryck’s shoulder, nodding for the soldier to follow him. He opened the screen door and pushed the heavy wooden one away from his body. Bryck quickly closed it behind them.

Torem looked down at the man he assumed was his brother. “Are you Cheyenne?” he asked.

“That’s me, little ole Cheyenne.” His brother laughed nervously. His eyes darted over to Bryck, his brows pulling together.

“I’m Torem, and that’s a friend, not a danger to you.” Torem nodded at Bryck.

“Let me get my things then.”

“Make it quick.” Torem watched as his short brother walked to the back room. He followed Cheyenne into the bedroom, making sure that his brother was alone. Technically, he didn’t know the man from Adam. All he knew was that he had a brother named Cheyenne when he was younger and this man claimed to be him. Torem didn’t know this man’s character, and he was taking every precaution.

Cheyenne pointed to a bag on the floor by the closet and then one on his bed. “I only have two. As you can see, I haven’t lived the life of luxury.”

Torem walked over and snatched the one bag from the floor, tossing it over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” He pointed towards the door.

Cheyenne grabbed the other bag from the bed and ran back into the living room.

“We’re ready,” Torem said to Bryck.

Bryck turned and opened the door.

Torem pushed Cheyenne back when he spotted a man standing on the front porch. His canines emerged and his eyes shifted, ready to defend the man claiming to be his brother.

“No, no, no. Don’t hurt him. That’s my best friend, Sidney. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Torem open the door and pulled Sidney inside the house.

Every muscle in Torem locked into place. His heart hammered behind his ribs and his palms became sweaty.

Cheyenne’s best friend was Torem’s second mate. As the realization hit him, all hell broke loose.

Two large men emerged from the kitchen as one came down the hall. Torem acted on instinct. He grabbed Cheyenne and Sidney, shoving them toward Bryck as he turned and snarled. When the three cleared the door, Torem took off through it as well.

They raced across the lawn, running for his truck. Torem glanced to his side to make sure his brother and his mate were right next to him.

All four clambered into the truck as the three men ran across the lawn after them.

Torem tore from the curb, racing down a street he was unfamiliar with. He spotted a black truck in the rearview mirror, following close behind, matching his law-breaking speed.

“Who the hell are they?” Torem shouted at Cheyenne.

“Pack members who want me dead!” Cheyenne screamed in fear as he looked out of the back window.

“How the hell did I end up in this?” Sidney squealed.

“Get down,” Bryck shouted into the backseat.