He ran outside to find Megan standing in the middle of the compound as if trying to decide what to do next. There was a gaping hole in the chain-link fence where she’d torn her way in. The scratches on her bare arms and the blood spotting her shirt proved it hadn’t been an easy task for the beta.
Her big, dark eyes darted from him to each of his teammates as they surrounded her. They were obviously scaring the hell out of her, but she stood her ground.
Becker strode forward to put himself between the small werewolf and the rest of the SWAT pack. Cooper broke through the ranks and moved to stand with him.
She glanced at Cooper, then ducked her head. “Glad to see you aren’t dead. Sorry about shooting at you last night.”
Cooper’s mouth twitched. “Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time.”
Becker appreciated Cooper’s support, but there were fifteen other SWAT werewolves aligned against them. But then Khaki walked over to stand beside Cooper.
She glanced at Becker. “Is this Jayna?”
“No, this is Megan. She’s Jayna’s pack sister,” he said, then rushed on before Khaki or anyone else could ask more questions. “What are you doing here, Megan? Where’s Jayna?”
“Jayna’s in trouble. So are the guys,” Megan said, nervously eyeing his pack again. “Liam’s figured out that you’re a cop, and he knows Jayna and the rest of us have been helping you. When I left, Jayna was trapped with the guys in their apartment, and Liam was threatening to send in his omegas if they didn’t come out. I’m really scared for them. I think he’s going to kill them.”
Shit. This was exactly what he’d been afraid of. If Liam thought Jayna and the guys had betrayed him, there was no telling what he’d do. “I’ll get them out of there, Megan. I promise.” He glanced at Cooper. “I could use some backup. You in?”
“I’m in,” Cooper said. “You get the weapons. I’ll grab the tactical gear.”
Becker nodded and turned to head for the armory, but Gage caught his arm. “Where the hell do you two think you’re going?”
Becker bared his canines with a snarl. He didn’t have time for this. “Jayna’s in trouble. I’m going to get her out.”
“On your own?”
“Looks like it.” Becker glared at his boss. “I realize I’m a newbie in this pack and the fact that the woman I love is in danger doesn’t concern you as much as when Mac was in trouble, but I’m going to go rescue her. If you want to stop me, you better be ready to kill me.”
Gage didn’t flinch. Instead, he stared at Becker like he was contemplating whether to take him up on the challenge.
“Are you saying you’re willing to walk away from the Pack for this woman?” Gage asked.
“Yes.” Becker didn’t even have to think about it. “I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect Jayna.”
Gage slanted Cooper a hard look. “That go for you too?”
“Damn right,” Cooper said. “I’m sure as hell not letting him go alone.”
“He’s not going alone,” Xander said, stepping up to stand beside Khaki. “We’re coming too.”
Becker would have thanked Xander and Khaki, but he didn’t think their support would change Gage’s mind. But then one after another, the rest of the Pack fell into place behind Becker, leaving Gage by himself on the imaginary line their alpha had drawn in the dirt. Even Tuffie walked over to stand with them.
Gage pinned Becker with a look. “I guess I don’t need to ask whether you think Jayna is The One for you, do I?”
Becker shook his head.
Gage sighed. “This team was a whole hell of a lot easier to run before any of us had ever heard about The One. You know that, right?”
“Maybe.” Becker grinned. “But it wasn’t nearly as interesting.”
“No, it wasn’t.” Gage looked around. “Okay, let’s get loaded up and get out of here.”
* * *
“Where’s Megan?” Liam asked.
Jayna tried to look casual as she shrugged. Well, as casual as she could with Caleb, Brandon, and half a dozen other omegas pointing automatic weapons at her, Moe, Joseph, and Chris.
“She left an hour ago to pick up breakfast at McDonald’s,” Jayna said. “She’ll be back soon.”
Liam looked around the room, his hazel eyes suspicious, but after sniffing the air a few times, he jerked his head at the door. “Downstairs. Now!”
“Chris still hasn’t healed,” Jayna said. “He’s in no shape to be running up and down stairs.”