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“Again,” she commanded.
Jace wasn’t sure why he listened, but the beast inside him demanded it, yielded to her in every way he refused to when they were alone together, and it was just the two of them—when it was his turn to command her.
Jace caught Chet by the chin again, blocking one of Chet’s blows before he struck the other hunter. Howls and shouts from the battle around them rent the air, but Jace paid little attention to it, his full focus on Chet and Frankie.
“Harder,” Frankie snarled, every bit the feral she-wolf he knew her to be.
Jace obliged and Chet toppled to the floor, but Jace was on top of him, wrenching him to his feet and shoving the barrel of Chet’s gun against his throat, exactly as he’d done to Frankie. Chet bucked against him, furiously, clearly confused about how he’d been bested when he’d evaded them so many times before.
But what he didn’t see was that this time, he and Frankie were a united front. A team.
And they wouldn’t make the mistake of letting him go again.
“It’s one thing when you come for me,” Jace snarled. “It’s another when you come for her.” He shoved the gun a little higher and Chet cursed. “Say your goodbyes quickly, because this time, I won’t hesitate to kill you. Unless you want to do it yourself, pack master.”
Something dark glittered in the she-wolf’s eyes. Something unlike her and yet not.
He could see her now fully.
The powerful woman she could be. When he didn’t have her beneath him, begging.
“Finish him,” she hissed. “For me.”
Her dark eyes glittered.
Jace didn’t need to be told twice. He’d given Chet ample chance to leave them be, to tuck tail and run. But men like Chet never knew when to leave well enough alone. To admit that a woman held power over them, that she could be a feared thing. So his hatred would die with him.
Jace shoved Chet to his knees, his gun positioned at the back of Chet’s head.
“Say goodbye, you woman-hating fucker.” Jace started to pull the trigger.
“Jace, wait.” Another voice of command. One he was more accustomed to, but rarely heeded. Jace turned to find Damon, emerging amidst the melee.
Where the fuck did he come from?
The vampire hunter’s blue eyes spoke volumes. “We need him alive.”
For their rogue brotherhood. For information.
Jace’s jaw stiffened, but he nodded his approval, as Damon took control of the situation, slapping a pair of cuffs on Chet and hauling the bastard to his feet.
The sounds of the surrounding fight had dimmed considerably. Frankie and Amarok’s packs having clearly won. The few among Chet’s crew that remained had been sent running.
“I would have killed him for you,” Jace said, his gaze falling to Frankie, to where she stood naked and full of power before him.
“I know you would have.” Frankie’s dark eyes glittered. “You can later.” She grinned.
“Packmaster!” Alejandro shouted from across the club.
Jace and Frankie raced toward the sound, to where an injured but still alright Alejandro, knelt beside a dead white wolf. The first casualty among the war they could no longer deny was brewing.
Frankie joined Alejandro’s side and Jace didn’t stop her, as she took lead of the situation, double-checking the white wolf’s pulse before she called out for Amarok.
Soon, they were surrounded by wolves, the fighting now ceased as the white-wolf leader stepped forth. Amarok hung his head. Jace waited for the mournful howling that was no doubt to follow. He’d seen other packs, other wolves mourn their dead before. Sometimes at his own hands, though never undeserved. But before Jace could bow his own head out of respect, a sharp grip wrenched at his shoulder.
“You did this!” Henrik hissed. “You and your bitch brought this upon us.”
Frankie snarled, but Jace quickly stayed her hand with a sharp look. She was fierce, but he would never allow her to fight his battles.
