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“Shouldn’t we question the bastard before killing him?” Taron whispered as I prepared to rip out the guard’s heart.
A voice composed of broken shards rasped an answer. “He kn…ows…nothing. But…belt…k-key.”
Damn, even with her body broken, my mate was the smartest person I had ever met and always kept her wits about her.
I snapped the man’s neck then patted around his waist.
“Got it!” I jumped up and ran for the metal box beside the water. I threw the lid back, lifted Justine out and held her to me, all of my alpha energy directed at healing her.
“Wa…ter,” she half growled in irritation. “Ri…rinse…wounds.”
Right, again, always the smartest, the fastest, and definitely direct in her communications. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but our past together, those stolen moments, was a gift I would always hold and cherish.
The ice cold water hit us. She shivered against me, then tried to shake me off.
“Hen…ric…c…cl-close.”
I couldn’t feel the bastard yet, but I got a tickle of Doone.
“Right,” I told her. “Hold your breath.”
With that, I gave one last nod at Taron and descended beneath the creek’s surface with Justine, my healing alpha waves still flowing into her as the current helped wash out more of the nightshade. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was the big bear leap up into a tree, every last one of his weapons strapped on him, as well as the M203 rail mounted receiver I had left on the ground when scooping up my mate.
I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.
Good thing Taron was.
Justine squirmed against me, rolling us until her hands and knees were on the creek bed. She crawled forward. I followed, one hand always on her to direct my alpha energy. I didn’t know where she was going until we lost what little moonlight penetrated the water. She had taken us to where fat lower tree branches hung over the creek. Rolling to one side, she lifted her head just high enough for her nose to break the water’s surface.
Mosa,withanother wolf…
Doone.I pushed the thought at her.But they think he’s Kalchik.
Words didn’t exactly swim through our heads like the minnows in the creek. But with the direct contact and her body absorbing my alpha energy, images effortlessly passed between us.
Questions later…action now.
That had been Justine’s mantra in the pack wars, probably because she could think twice as fast as everyone around her. She pulled further away from me under water until we were no longer touching. Reaching the edge of the creek, she slid onto the bank in the sleek shape of her panther, her belly low to the ground. I followed after her, uncertain if she was conserving energy or if she couldn’t shift to her alpha state yet.
Henric's whiny voice bellowed.
“What the fuck!”
The discarded chains of the cage rattled and names were shouted in the same voice.
“Tyson!”
“Anjou!”
“Shouldn’t you be calling for your mate,” Doone chuckled at Henric. “Or does your kitty cat not have a reason to answer you? I bet she’ll answer me. There isn’t a pussy alive that doesn’t love me.”
Henric didn’t respond. He was too busy stabbing at the screen of his cellphone. I tensed, hoping it was just the phone of a dead guard he was trying to call.
“Seriously?” Doone goaded then pointed to a body in the bushes. Taron must have moved it to a less blatant location while I was getting Justine out of her cage. “You can’t smell that one? The poor kitty crapped himself…oh, look…”
Bending down, Doone picked up the head Taron had thrown. Chuckling like a damn maniac, he tossed the head with all the skill of a professional quarterback, sending it deep into the woods, then slapped Mosa’s little wolf bottom.
“Fetch.”
