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But for him to threaten Ryker?
To admit that he’s responsible for Trish coming between us?
To bring Wicked Wolf Walker into this?
I have to get to him before he escapes.
I almost do. At one point, I get so close to him that I get a mouthful of tail fur when I lunge at him and snap my jaws on the tip of his tail. I misjudged his speed and he turned it on right as I pounced. If I’d waited another second or two, I might’ve got my fangs in his flank, but I missed.
He spun around, tongue lolling as he turned his snout toward me. His wolf’s eyes glittered before he changed direction, a quick yip letting me know which way he’s gone.
I dig my paws into the dirt, stunned.
That crazy bastard actually thinks we’re playing some kind of a mating game!
Ha. I bare my fangs at him as I arrow my body, loping after him. My wolf mimics his yip, inviting him to let me catch him. Only, unlike what happened when I let Ryker catch me down in Muncie, Shane’s not going to like what I do to him if I tackle him.
I’m so focused on my prey that I don’t realize that we’re not alone until Shane slips between a gap in two towering trees and I’m blocked from chasing after him. Four wolves cut me off, forming a line that separates me from Shane.
No!
I snarl but, for the second time tonight, I find myself being surrounded.
No!
Now that there are intruders in our little game, Shane’s not going to stick around. He might’ve been playing with me, but it was obviously a game just for the two of us. While I’m blocked from chasing after him, he’s tearing off as fast as his wolf will let him.
Oh, come on.
I reach out with my senses, but the four wolves prowling toward me are the only ones I can pick up on. So either they’re the advance guard, or they were just together when they caught the scent of my fight with Shane and they came to check it out.
One thing’s for sure: they never expected to find me in my wolf form.
Four wolves. One with a black coat, one that’s brindled, and two grey wolves. They’re all regular packmates. Deltas, though, instead of gammas since they’re all younger; no elders in this quartet. I outrank them easily, both as a born alpha and the sweet, pure omega I’ve always pretended to be.
If they’re still convinced that I’m an omega, their instincts will be to separate me from the threat and herd me back to the heart of pack territory. But if they’ve finally accepted that I truly am an alpha, this could be trouble. Their loyalty is to Ryker, and Shane’s their Beta. I’m covered in Ryker’s scent and wearing Shane’s blood.
Either way, I’m screwed if they think I’m a threat to their Alpha or their Beta.
Unless—
Pack lore says that the Luna’s howl can control any packmate. Now’s probably not the best time for me to see if mine will do the same, but I can’t let these wolves get between me and my prey. Their snarls and their posture makes it pretty clear: they’re not just going to let me continue after Shane unless I force them.
Here goes nothing.
I throw back my head and howl. A deep, guttural howl that rips out of my wolf.
As one, the four wolves in front of me drop to the dirt. Front legs straight in front of them, bellies to the ground, they lower their muzzles and they lower their gaze. They might’ve been yipping and snarling moments ago, but my howl has turned each of them submissive.
Holy shit. It worked.
I wasn’t so sure it would. I’ve never used my alpha status against another shifter; not on purpose, at least. For too long I let my packmates believe I was an omega like my mom, and this last year nearly everyone I’ve met has been convinced I’m human. I was always too afraid to really tap into my alpha side for so many different reasons—
Because Mom made me swear I wouldn’t.
Because I was afraid my bio-dad would come after me.
Because I never wanted to take advantage of something I couldn’t change even if I wanted to.
