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I let him forward, and he takes the reins, giving himself over and surrendering to my senses which aren’t as strong as his but something appears to have piqued his interest.
“Do you smell that?” he asks and I roll my eyes at my wolf.
“Well, yeah of course, but what is it?” I ask only then noticing I have stopped. Casen is stomping ahead talking away as if I am still right beside him when I hear the sound of an engine. I tilt my head listening to it get closer. It sounds like a quad bike. Out of the corner of my eye I see Casen finally stop and turn noticing I have.
“What’s wrong?” he calls out.
“Malachi picked up a weird scent,” I tell him when he looks behind him and points to his ear letting me know he can hear the quad approaching. I nod to him, yet Malachi still has control and wants me to march through the woods.
However before we get a chance to investigate the strange scent that has him antsy, two quads pull up, throwing dust all over Casen as they skid to a stop.
“Great!” I mutter when I hear a thunderous growl. The dust settles and I see Casen punch the man closest to him straight of the damn thing. He falls off, landing on his back with a thud and I shake my head.
The man on the other one puts up his hands, yet Casen stalks around the other side where the man was flat on his back. He grips the front of the man's flannel shirt and punches once, twice, and thrice.
“Casen!” I command and he stiffens under the command. “Let him go!”
“Damn prick sprayed me with dirt.” I shake my head. Malachi hands me back full control as I move toward them. The other man watching his buddy get pummeled stands frozen with hands in the air. Casen reluctantly lets the man go, shoving him back into the dirt. The man’s face is a bloody mess as Casen takes a step back.
He turns to the other man. “What the fuck are you looking at?” the man shakes his head and I suck in a breath. Great first impression,not!
“Alpha sent us to collect you,” the man stutters out as I stop beside Casen.
“Did he tell you to spray us with dirt too?” Casen snaps. The man shakes his head while the other finally finds his feet. He goes to get back on the bike, but Casen growls.
“I ain’t being your bitch, get on with him, I’ll follow,” Casen snaps. The man nods scurrying to the other bike as Casen climbs on it.
“Names?” I ask them.
The unbloodied man answers. “Micky, and he’s Trent.” I nod climbing on the back behind Casen. We could shift and run, but I don’t feel like walking around the pack naked or feel like carrying my clothes. Malachi has a bad habit of shredding them anyhow.
Casen starts the engine and we follow beside Micky and a bloody Trent. “So what brings you out to these parts?” Trent asks, wiping his face with the front of his shirt.
“I’m looking for someone,” I answer vaguely.
“Not many of us out here, someone in trouble?” he asks.
“Depends if you have who I’m looking for,” I answer, not really feeling like talking to the Alpha’s henchmen.
“Anyone in particular?” This man and his damn questions. I press my lips in a line.
“A girl, her name is Temperance,” I tell them, watching for any reaction to my words, and they both look at each other. I tilt my head observing them when Casen hits a bump, and I grip his shoulder, nearly being thrown off.
“Sorry,” he mutters. I wave him off when I turn my attention back to Trent. His eyes are glazed over, and I can tell he is in a mindlink.
When he comes out of it, I observe his aura, the color changing slightly taking on a nervous air to it. It flickers around the edges and turning my head to Micky's, his holds the same nervous energy.
“Alpha wondering how far out we were,” the man answers, yet his aura flickers and I can see the underlying deceit in it.
“Something is off, be prepared.” I mindlink Casen.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, they are nervous, and Trent told me a half-truth,”I tell him, keeping my eyes on the two men. They speed up ahead when the trail narrows. Casen keeps up, but far enough back not to be sprayed in the rocks and dirt. We drive a little further, and finally, the packhouse comes into view. If you could even call it that. It is more of a cabin, clearly filled with them. It kind of reminds of Rose’s pack, yet these are dated old log homes with tin roofs and almost looked condemned.
Casen stops beside the two men, and both of us climb off. Faces peer out at us from the cabins, men everywhere around a huge bonfire and others are chopping wood, a pig on a spit is cooking over an open fire.
“No women?” Casen questions, but before either man answers, the front door opens to the largest place here which I know is the packhouse because it is the only one that resembles an actual house.
