They knew where the explosions came from—Carnage Wolves.
But they didn’t know what they meant.
They went on full alert for months after the first attack.
We were all very amused.
I leap over a log toward the bunker the Nantahala Pack favors. Three shifters are waiting for me, their stature much larger than the others. They have guns, too. And don’t immediately try to shift.
True enforcers.
Interesting.
I thought they would have all been deployed to kill me.
I’m actually pretty fucking insulted to learn that’s not the case.
They pull out their guns, taking aim, but I use a tree as a shield, duck, and fire at a pair of knees. The owner goes down with a howl.
Music to my ears.
Two of our own enforcers join me, using the trees to their advantage and coming up behind the Nantahala Wolves.
But the enforcers hear them, spinning and firing.
Only for Caius to send one to the ground with a bullet through the head.
Just as Tieran takes down the other with a knife to the throat.
“He didn’t send all his enforcers,” Tieran says, reading the scene like I did. “That’s not a good sign.”
“No, it’s not.” It’s a sign that we should have reviewed the identities a little closer to find out how many enforcers remained behind.
But we have a decent team of nine, ten if I include Beta Lock. However, we left him in charge of guarding the jet a good ten miles away.
We used some four-by-fours to drive most of the distance.
Jogged the rest.
And now we’re maybe half a mile from the heart of Nantahala Wolf territory.
“We need to find Bryson,” Tieran says, heading toward the bunker.
It’s where the pack goes to regroup and hide. Which makes it a very likely place to locate Bryson as he’ll be among the front line protecting those inside.
We encounter two more enforcers along the way, both of whom earn quick bullets to the head.
But as we reach the bunker, we quickly realize Bryson isn’t here.
It’s all women and children with a few weaker males spread out among them.
They’re shaking, but taking defensive postures, which would be impressive if it wasn’t so sad.
Tieran frowns. “Where’s your Alpha?” He infuses the right amount of dominance in his tone to tell them what he is—a true Alpha.
A few of the females immediately fall to their knees. Others just avoid his gaze.
And the children cling to the adults, their confusion pungent in the air.
