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the
shifter to get that important information.
    No deal. Just pain.
    Death.
    Some blood.
    Snow stained red…
It could be so lovely.
    “I’ll take you there,” the werewolf said, “ and get
you past the security.”
    Security.
So perhaps he
would
be
useful after all.  The pain could wait a bit. Gabe lifted a
brow but didn’t move forward.  “And you’ll do this
because…?”
    “Because
I
want to be alpha.”
    Right. Everyone wanted power.  But this wolf,
with his bitter eyes and snarling arrogance, he wasn’t going to
control this land.
    Gabe wasn’t going to sit back and let any animal take
control. Not anymore.  Those days were over. There’d be no
more truces. No more deals.
    Only death.
    But he smiled because he knew how to play the game.
He’d made the damn game. “You want me to kill Drake Wyler.”
    A quick nod. “That’s what you’re planning anyway,
right?  Kill him…and we–we can have the same arrangement that
you had with Jeremiah.” The wolf glanced over his shoulder. What?
Was he afraid the rest of his pack would find out that he was a
traitor?
    You should be afraid.
 
    “The same arrangement I had with Jeremiah.”  How
the hell did the wolf know about that deal?  Gabe cocked his
head to the side and studied the wolf with faint interest. “So you
want to kill the humans, too?  Want to slice them up and hear
them scream until their voices break?”
    Ah, now that was surprise on the shifter’s face. Gabe
almost
smiled.
    “He–he did–” A quick swallow and the shifter shook
his head. “No, no, I just want control of the pack. The shifters
will leave your men alone, I’ll make them stay away.  You can
hunt, you can kill…and I won’t do a damn thing to stop you.”
    The whelp was annoying. “Cause you’ll control the
wolves…”
    “Damn right.” The shifter threw back his shoulders
and stalked forward. Did he realize how close he was to death? The
arrogant ones never seemed to understand, not until it was too
late. “I’ll keep ‘em away. I’ll be alpha–I’ll be able to do
anything and everything that I want.” 
    Provided Drake was dead.
    “Do we have a deal?” The werewolf demanded.
    Gabe stared back at him. “What’s your
name?” 
    “Michael. Michael Flint.” 
    The name meant nothing and that very fact said he was
staring at a werewolf no one gave a shit about. “Michael, you’re
turning on your alpha so quickly.”
    “Because
I’m
stronger. I’m smarter, I
can–”
    Gabe barely stifled a yawn.  He’d heard this
spiel a dozen times. “Take me to him.” Then he’d kill Drake,
eliminate this werewolf dumbass, and he’d take all the territory in
Alaska.
    Wolves were always weakest without a leader. 
Without Drake–they’d be easy pickings for his vamps.
    Michael smiled.  No, some arrogant fools never
saw death coming.
    Not until the moment death reached up and yanked
their beating hearts right out of their chests.

Chapter Seven
    He’d taken her blood.  Euphoria filled Paige’s
body. She’d been so afraid she wouldn’t be able to get Drake to
take her blood. 
    But he had. Her wolf hadn’t even hesitated.
    He’ll be safe now.
    She wrapped her arms around him, holding tight.
They’d just climaxed again, and the pleasure still hummed through
her body.
    Then an alarm began to beep, a shrill, deep cry that
came from the far right of the room. Paige tensed in Drake’s arms
because she knew what that sound meant.
    They’re coming.
    Gabe and his vampires had managed to track them
through the snow.
    You didn’t find us soon enough, asshole.
    Drake pulled away from her and stalked, naked, to the
line of monitors. She followed him, but paused long enough to yank
 on her clothes as fast as she could. 
    She didn’t see anyone on the monitors, not yet.
    “Motion sensor,” he said, not looking away from that
screen. “Could be anything…”
    But the clench in her gut told her that not just
anything
 had triggered that alarm.
    Then