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Authors: Ellis Leigh
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thought the fates would match me to a greedy criminal. They do like to play games, don’t they?”
Finn growled low and deep, his eyes hard, his wolf making itself known for sure. “Charmeine Byrne is not a criminal.”
“But you are.”
That shut him up.
Finn turned toward the window. “I do what I must to keep my family and friends safe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mammon struggled to hold in a snarl as his wolf suddenly raged in his mind. Keep them safe. Which meant they were unsafe at times, a thought that had his wolf lunging to the forefront, begging to get out. To protect. No one would touch his fated mate, even if he didn’t want her by his side. Even if he walked away from her forever. No one would harm her. Ever.
Finn looked back at him, his eyes dark. Serious. “Have you ever heard of the Apex Hunters?”
Well now, that name was a blast from the past. “Sure. Mob types from Chicago. Grouped up in a bastardization of a pack and started killing shifters left and right to claim more territory and wipe out lines they felt were a threat to their reign. The NALB broke them apart almost a hundred years ago.”
“Tried to.” Finn sighed when Mammon didn’t respond. “The NALB tried to break them apart. The plan didn’t succeed.”
That piqued more than just his interest in his mate and her safety. “Are you saying there’s still a pack of Hunters out there?”
Finn huffed a laugh. “Pack? Not really, but there’s a group of about ten, we think. Still out there, and still slaughtering entire bloodlines of shifters on some plan to rid the world of something only they know. Including the O’Rourkes.” He stopped, staring at Mammon in a way that spoke volumes before quietly stating, “Including the last surviving member of the Byrne clan.”
Byrne. Charmeine Byrne. Mammon’s heart nearly stopped even as his wolf leaped to the front. He could practically feel his eyes swirl to the Dire Wolf silver, sense the way his ears would lift and prick as he took his animal form. But it wasn’t the time to go wolf, not yet. There were things the man could do that the animal couldn’t. Like call for backup.
“What are you doing?” Finn asked as Mammon yanked his phone out of his pocket.
“Ordering a pizza. What do you think I’m doing?”
Finn sat back, shaking his head almost sadly. “You can’t tell anyone, Mammon. They’ll make you a target if they found out. You don’t understand their reach.”
“Understand this—I work for Blasius Zenne, President of the NALB. He needs to be made aware of this immediately.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” Finn grabbed Mammon’s wrist, stopping him.
“Why the fuck not?”
Finn sighed, letting go of Mammon and sitting back against the seat once more. “You’ll bring a war on you and your kin that can’t be won.”
Oh hell, that almost sounded like a challenge. Mammon didn’t even attempt to hold back a smirk. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
“Neither do you,” Finn said, stiff and angry once more. “These shifters will slaughter anyone they see as standing in their way. They won’t stop because some sanctions come down from a political figurehead.”
“Blasius Zenne is much more than just a figurehead, and you really have no idea who or what you’re dealing with here. But to err on the side of caution, I won’t tell Blaze. Yet.”
Keeping his eyes on Finn as much as he could, Mammon shot a quick text to Thaus. He could have chosen to notify Dante, Blasius’ mate, or Phego, any other Dire Wolf, even. But Thaus…well, he was a cut above the rest. More vicious, more violent when provoked. More set in a very black-and-white mentality of what was right and what was worthy of a death sentence. He was rage personified. If something wicked was coming for his mate, Thaus was exactly the man Mammon wanted fighting in his corner.
Once he hit send, Mammon leaned back against the seat once more. Eyeing Finn hard.
Finn growled low and deep, his eyes hard, his wolf making itself known for sure. “Charmeine Byrne is not a criminal.”
“But you are.”
That shut him up.
Finn turned toward the window. “I do what I must to keep my family and friends safe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mammon struggled to hold in a snarl as his wolf suddenly raged in his mind. Keep them safe. Which meant they were unsafe at times, a thought that had his wolf lunging to the forefront, begging to get out. To protect. No one would touch his fated mate, even if he didn’t want her by his side. Even if he walked away from her forever. No one would harm her. Ever.
Finn looked back at him, his eyes dark. Serious. “Have you ever heard of the Apex Hunters?”
Well now, that name was a blast from the past. “Sure. Mob types from Chicago. Grouped up in a bastardization of a pack and started killing shifters left and right to claim more territory and wipe out lines they felt were a threat to their reign. The NALB broke them apart almost a hundred years ago.”
“Tried to.” Finn sighed when Mammon didn’t respond. “The NALB tried to break them apart. The plan didn’t succeed.”
That piqued more than just his interest in his mate and her safety. “Are you saying there’s still a pack of Hunters out there?”
Finn huffed a laugh. “Pack? Not really, but there’s a group of about ten, we think. Still out there, and still slaughtering entire bloodlines of shifters on some plan to rid the world of something only they know. Including the O’Rourkes.” He stopped, staring at Mammon in a way that spoke volumes before quietly stating, “Including the last surviving member of the Byrne clan.”
Byrne. Charmeine Byrne. Mammon’s heart nearly stopped even as his wolf leaped to the front. He could practically feel his eyes swirl to the Dire Wolf silver, sense the way his ears would lift and prick as he took his animal form. But it wasn’t the time to go wolf, not yet. There were things the man could do that the animal couldn’t. Like call for backup.
“What are you doing?” Finn asked as Mammon yanked his phone out of his pocket.
“Ordering a pizza. What do you think I’m doing?”
Finn sat back, shaking his head almost sadly. “You can’t tell anyone, Mammon. They’ll make you a target if they found out. You don’t understand their reach.”
“Understand this—I work for Blasius Zenne, President of the NALB. He needs to be made aware of this immediately.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” Finn grabbed Mammon’s wrist, stopping him.
“Why the fuck not?”
Finn sighed, letting go of Mammon and sitting back against the seat once more. “You’ll bring a war on you and your kin that can’t be won.”
Oh hell, that almost sounded like a challenge. Mammon didn’t even attempt to hold back a smirk. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
“Neither do you,” Finn said, stiff and angry once more. “These shifters will slaughter anyone they see as standing in their way. They won’t stop because some sanctions come down from a political figurehead.”
“Blasius Zenne is much more than just a figurehead, and you really have no idea who or what you’re dealing with here. But to err on the side of caution, I won’t tell Blaze. Yet.”
Keeping his eyes on Finn as much as he could, Mammon shot a quick text to Thaus. He could have chosen to notify Dante, Blasius’ mate, or Phego, any other Dire Wolf, even. But Thaus…well, he was a cut above the rest. More vicious, more violent when provoked. More set in a very black-and-white mentality of what was right and what was worthy of a death sentence. He was rage personified. If something wicked was coming for his mate, Thaus was exactly the man Mammon wanted fighting in his corner.
Once he hit send, Mammon leaned back against the seat once more. Eyeing Finn hard.
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