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to rattle his bones. He let go as Grey tried to right his balance and went for his neck. Desperately, Grey threw his arm up and into the wolf’s throat. He stood, reckless to get to the car as the man shut the trunk. The kidnapper hesitated and shot a glance at the gray-colored wolf.
    The wolf leapt for Grey’s shoulder, but Grey caught him by the neck and slammed him to the ground. The wolf scrabbled, viciously raking sharp nails down Grey’s chest and the tender skin on his belly. He took his knee and rotated it over to where the wolf’s body and legs faced away from him as he choked the life out of him. The screech of tires sounded as the car sped away. With an angry jerk, Grey snapped the wolf’s neck and jumped the creaky gate. The best he could do was memorize the license plate number as it pulled farther and farther away from him.
    “ No! ” Grey roared.
    The air stank of blood and he pulled his hand away from his stomach. His flesh was torn wide open and he was holding himself together with his blood-soaked hand. He pressed harder, grunting with the deep pain that pierced his body. Had Morgan had time to call the pack before she’d been taken? He stopped at the dead wolf and bent and tried to drag the body to a less-conspicuous location. He groaned with the effort. It wasn’t going to happen. Not with his injury. The deceased wolf was already turning back into a man, and the dead weight was too heavy for him to drag anywhere in his condition. All he could hope for was that no one looked too closely behind Morgan’s crepe myrtles until help arrived. Grey shook his head and cursed as he rushed inside the house. He grabbed the phone and dialed Dean as he stumbled down the hall to get Lana out of the closet. He broke the handle completely and pulled her onto his chest as he sat down heavily against the opposite wall. She clung to him as he readjusted his hand to keep pressure on his open stomach.
    “Dean. I need help. Morgan. They took Morgan. I’ve got Lana safe. There are bodies in a garage near her house and one out front. All werewolves.” He gave Dean the address of the garage and the license plate number before he forgot them. “Dean, I’m hurt. Who is closest to here? I have Lana--”
    “Jason is out your way. He’ll be there in a few minutes. Let me give him a call and I’ll call you right back. We’re all coming. We’re on our way. Hold on, Grey,” Dean said before he hung up.
    He tried to wait for Dean’s call, but the light in the room collapsed on itself until there was nothing left. If Dean called back, he wouldn’t hear it. He’d be unconscious, clutching onto Lana and bleeding all over Morgan’s favorite rug.
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    Reason number two hundred and forty-seven it sucked to be a werewolf: When you are hurt, fellow werewolves want to hurt you worse.
    Jason held a constant growl as he worked over Grey, staunching the flow of blood from his open chest and stomach. Jason was helping, but he wasn’t being gentle about it. Sweat dripped down the enforcer’s face and lightened gray eyes stayed riveted on the warm blood pooled on his torso.
    Grey wished Brent had found him first. He was submissive and wouldn’t have to fight that instinct to best a more dominant injured wolf. As it stood, Jason didn’t have an ounce of submission in him, and the strain from attempting not to fight him was evident in the tight tendons of his neck. The smell of the rapidly expanding puddle of blood underneath his half dead carcass probably wasn’t helping Jason’s resolve either.
    “Lana?” Grey rasped.
    “She’s fine. I have her set up in the living room. I didn’t want her to see you like this anymore than she already has.”
    Jason’s voice sounded deep and gravelly, like it hurt him to speak.
    He’ll fight and we’re in the worst position to defend ourselves. Wolf’s snarled warning filled his head.
    The fine hairs rose on his body as he thought of the pain he’d endure if