When he finally regained his human form, he realized that one of his men was shouting right in his face.
How dare he?
Jason punched the man in the side of the head so hard that the man’s skull cracked beneath his fist.
That was true power!
The man fell to the ground, eyes rolling back in his head.
“Sir!” one of his men cried pleadingly. “Please! We’ve got a problem!”
“What the fuck?” he screamed at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Manny was trying to tell you, sir, but you wouldn’t…” The man saw the look on Jason’s face and cringed, whining submissively.
“What’s the fucking deal? What’s going on?” Spittle flew from Jason’s mouth.
Incompetent assholes.
“Our lookout says that the car stopped right before the stopsticks. Like they knew exactly where they were. The car is just sitting there.”
What? That was impossible! He’d laid the stopsticks down himself, this morning, and nobody would have betrayed him. The only way that Austin could know where the stopsticks were would be if his visions were actually working. And Korbin had made sure that Austin wouldn’t be able to access his true power.
Hadn’t he?
“Sir! Incoming!” one of his other men yelled.
He scented them right before he heard them.
Dozens of wolves.
No, make that at least a hundred.
Some of the scents were unfamiliar, but some of them – fucking hell– it smelled as if his own pack was coming to take him out. And they’d brought reinforcements.
They would only do that if they knew that he’d framed Roy. Knew that he’d been the one to kill the hikers.
His men ran forward, raising their rifles to their shoulders.
He staggered back a few steps, stunned by the magnitude of the betrayal he was facing.
Several of his men glanced back at him. Like they expected him to run out front or something. Sacrifice himself. Be some kind of martyr.
No fucking way.
He shifted, turned, and ran.
And his men dropped their rifles, and they shifted too, the cowardly little bastards. He’d paid them to fight for him! To defend him! How dare they run?
The only good thing about them running was that it meant there were more targets, and it would be harder for the traitors to zero in on him.
Bullets whizzed past his head, and he smelled silver.
It was all over. His reign as Alpha. His life. No pack in the nation would take him in.
And all because of Austin. That wretched, rotten hound, a bastard in every sense of the word.
