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Authors: J.K. Harper
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however, result in verdicts of guilt and their quick deaths. The rogues had no more protections afforded them by any wolf in the area.
This was about to be a full-fledged war.
Caleb longed to be the one to find them. The thought of rogues slinking around, killing legitimate pack members, made him half crazy with rage and protective instincts. He wasn't sure he'd be able to escort one of the filthy beasts back to his Alpha unharmed. If they so much as looked at any of his packmates...such as Rielle. That thought filled him with such blind anger and fear he didn't know what else to do with it except kill everything in sight. She was so small and untrained. Easy prey for rogues. Although she might politely yet pointedly sass them to death. He huffed out the tiniest bit of air at that thought. It was as close to something resembling the shadow of a laugh he'd been able to find for days.
Rielle was not happy about being stuck at the den. She could go to work, although two other wolves accompanied her, one always a Guardian. And of course she'd been allowed back to her house to gather the personal items she'd need while staying in one of the sprawling den's many rooms. However, no wolf in the entire pack was allowed to go anywhere off the property except in groups of three, with one of the three being a Guardian, and not unless they first obtained permission from Alpha or his mate.
He knew Ree was chafing at her den confinement from the amount of irritated words he'd put up with from her. Somehow, he'd managed to find her and hang out with her every day. The more time he spent with the pretty, smart little wolf, the more he—well, he wasn't sure exactly what. Whatever it was, he liked it. By now it had to be obvious to her how dangerous everything was now. Rogues were insane animals and had to be eliminated. End of story. And the need to protect her from them seemed to be driving a big part of his violent thoughts at the moment.
Luke sat on his haunches. Despite his curled lip, he presented the air of a wolf unafraid and not on guard. It was a slap in the face of Caleb's aggression. His temper ratcheted up even higher, despite knowing that was exactly what the other wolf wanted.
“Who are they!” he roared.
“Caleb.” Rafe snarled, slamming a shoulder against his brother. “Simmer down.”
Caleb managed to hold still. Barely.
To his surprise, Rafe then turned to Luke with a curious air. “Luke? What do you know about them?”
The rogue stiffened for a bare instant, almost seeming afraid, before the superior look was back on his face. Caleb kept his hackles raised, alert and watchful. Wolves had an extremely difficult time lying when in wolf form. Some would say it was completely impossible to lie when a wolf. This would be interesting.
There was a long pause while the rogue sat in his nonchalant pose. Despite that, Caleb caught a whiff of unhappiness. The bastard did know something, he thought grimly.
“I recognize the scents.” The words came grudgingly, tainted also with something that smelled faintly like shame. “They are from my old pack.”
Pure, blinding instinct took over. Caleb launched, hard and fast, snarling from somewhere so deep inside he hardly knew what he was doing. Calculation lasered in from his human, while he relied on solid wolf muscle and swiftness to cover the ground and leap at the bastard wolf who'd led killers to his pack.
~
Rielle sighed for about the thousandth time that morning as she paced.
“You're wearing a hole in the rug,” came an unruffled observation from behind her.
“Sorry.” The Alpha's mate was perhaps the nicest, most serene wolf Rielle had ever met. She felt immediately guilty for treading in her heels over the gorgeous maroon and dark gold Persian rug. She'd been about to leave the den for High Couture earlier—accompanied by two other Pack members, which felt so much like being babysat—when Otsana Bardou had asked if there was any way possible
This was about to be a full-fledged war.
Caleb longed to be the one to find them. The thought of rogues slinking around, killing legitimate pack members, made him half crazy with rage and protective instincts. He wasn't sure he'd be able to escort one of the filthy beasts back to his Alpha unharmed. If they so much as looked at any of his packmates...such as Rielle. That thought filled him with such blind anger and fear he didn't know what else to do with it except kill everything in sight. She was so small and untrained. Easy prey for rogues. Although she might politely yet pointedly sass them to death. He huffed out the tiniest bit of air at that thought. It was as close to something resembling the shadow of a laugh he'd been able to find for days.
Rielle was not happy about being stuck at the den. She could go to work, although two other wolves accompanied her, one always a Guardian. And of course she'd been allowed back to her house to gather the personal items she'd need while staying in one of the sprawling den's many rooms. However, no wolf in the entire pack was allowed to go anywhere off the property except in groups of three, with one of the three being a Guardian, and not unless they first obtained permission from Alpha or his mate.
He knew Ree was chafing at her den confinement from the amount of irritated words he'd put up with from her. Somehow, he'd managed to find her and hang out with her every day. The more time he spent with the pretty, smart little wolf, the more he—well, he wasn't sure exactly what. Whatever it was, he liked it. By now it had to be obvious to her how dangerous everything was now. Rogues were insane animals and had to be eliminated. End of story. And the need to protect her from them seemed to be driving a big part of his violent thoughts at the moment.
Luke sat on his haunches. Despite his curled lip, he presented the air of a wolf unafraid and not on guard. It was a slap in the face of Caleb's aggression. His temper ratcheted up even higher, despite knowing that was exactly what the other wolf wanted.
“Who are they!” he roared.
“Caleb.” Rafe snarled, slamming a shoulder against his brother. “Simmer down.”
Caleb managed to hold still. Barely.
To his surprise, Rafe then turned to Luke with a curious air. “Luke? What do you know about them?”
The rogue stiffened for a bare instant, almost seeming afraid, before the superior look was back on his face. Caleb kept his hackles raised, alert and watchful. Wolves had an extremely difficult time lying when in wolf form. Some would say it was completely impossible to lie when a wolf. This would be interesting.
There was a long pause while the rogue sat in his nonchalant pose. Despite that, Caleb caught a whiff of unhappiness. The bastard did know something, he thought grimly.
“I recognize the scents.” The words came grudgingly, tainted also with something that smelled faintly like shame. “They are from my old pack.”
Pure, blinding instinct took over. Caleb launched, hard and fast, snarling from somewhere so deep inside he hardly knew what he was doing. Calculation lasered in from his human, while he relied on solid wolf muscle and swiftness to cover the ground and leap at the bastard wolf who'd led killers to his pack.
~
Rielle sighed for about the thousandth time that morning as she paced.
“You're wearing a hole in the rug,” came an unruffled observation from behind her.
“Sorry.” The Alpha's mate was perhaps the nicest, most serene wolf Rielle had ever met. She felt immediately guilty for treading in her heels over the gorgeous maroon and dark gold Persian rug. She'd been about to leave the den for High Couture earlier—accompanied by two other Pack members, which felt so much like being babysat—when Otsana Bardou had asked if there was any way possible
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