I hate taking a life, but I would do anything to protect our women and pups. I carry the body to the broken window and throw it outside.
“FARREN!” Damon yells at the top of his lungs. My skin tingles—I’m on edge because of the worry and pain in his voice. I change back into human form, walk to the front door, and throw it open. I step onto the front porch, and I see him instantly, in the middle of the field.
“Damon.”
He runs to me and picks me up in his arms, holding me close. “Once the fighting ended, I couldn’t find you. Scared the fuck out of me, Moon,” he whispers. His body is shaking.
“A hyena broke a window and jumped inside their house,” I tell him.
Randall transforms back into human form and grabs a pair of pants off the side of the porch. I guess that’s where he shifted.
“Randall, one got inside the house, but I took care of it. Olive and the kids are upstairs, locked inside a room.”
He shakes his head angrily, fists clenched. “Thank you, Farren.” He touches my shoulder and runs into the house.
“I wonder how they found out about the kids being here?” I ask Damon, who hasn’t let me go yet.
I never want him to.
Ever.
“I don’t know but I will find out.” His voice is deep and dark with anger.
I look at the guys in the pack. Someone must have betrayed us, because the hyenas knew exactly what side of the property to breach and which house to invade.
Something just is not right.
They all seem normal, cleaning up and looking after their wounds. Everyone seems okay. Brantley walks up to us. “You okay, girl?”
I smile at my best friend. “I am good, Brantley. Going to be doing some singing for us?”
He laughs. It’s an ongoing joke because he shares the name of a country singer, though he looks nothing like him. I heard some stories of what happened at his old pack. They were just horrible to him, and he had to fight for his life all the time. No one should have to live like that just because they are different from others or because of who they love. Love is love; that is what matters the most.
“Come on, baby, let’s go home. Too many fucking eyes here, and I can feel them looking at you.” Damon holds me as close to him as he can. We walk to our house. “Let’s shower and get this shit off of us, the only thing I want on me right now is your smell.”
Damon
I will never forget the panic I felt when she wasn’t in the spot where I’d last seen her. My mind raced, imagining so manythings that could have happened, and none of them were good. I thought she might have been hurt, kidnapped or, worse, dead. It was pure fucking fear. I would know if something happened to her, but when that fear kicks in you don't think clearly. She makes me lose my head.
She has completely taken every single bit of me, and I never want her to give it back.
She is mine, my Moon.
When we walk into the house, I hurry up the stairs with her. I want to get rid of the hyena smell. The only fucking smell that needs to be on her is mine.
I turn on the shower, lead her inside, and grab the soap. She throws her head back, laughing, as I scrub her body, and tears start to roll down her face. I stop, my hand poised over her pussy. “Laughing at me, baby?”
Farren
I stop laughing when I see the dark look on his face, and his hand is right above my pussy. “Just a little bit.” I bite my lip, pretending to look innocent.
He rolls his eyes and goes back to watching me. I grab his soap and start scrubbing him. He closes his eyes as I massage his huge back, loosening him up after the fight. There were so many of them. I never expected them to get past the gate.
“Damon, what happened to the armed gate? How did they even know it was the pups’ house?” I ask him, my mind going a million miles an hour. I really think we have a traitor in ourmidst. There is just no other way all of this could have happened. This pack’s security system is one of the best.
Damon’s face changes as my words sink in. “FUCK!” he roars. He climbs out of the shower and walks straight into our bedroom without bothering to dry off. I can almost taste the anger coming off of him; I can feel it right to my core. I turn off the shower and hurry to follow him.
He bolts out the door. He doesn't have on a shirt, only a pair of jeans. I am going to be there to have his back. I put on a pair of leggings and a shirt and run out the door, my clothing sticking to me as I am still wet. The front door is wide open, and I see Damon right in the middle of the field. I feel the power rolling off him in waves. I clutch my heart.
