of Brynn’s blood and snarled when he saw his name on the folded piece of paper taped to the front door.
Snatching the paper from the door, he opened it. Taped inside was a lock of brown hair and a smear of blood that he knew belonged to Brynn. Written in block print were the words: We have your woman and your baby. Meet us at the Danver Lake Boat House at midnight or she dies.
He lifted his head and howled in rage, the sound echoing in the night. They had taken his woman. Whoever they were, they didn’t have very long to live.
Stalking to the car, he called Ren and told him to meet him at Acksel’s home and to call the top-ranked men and the council. He needed everyone to help him get his woman back safely.
Guilt crashed over him as he raced home. He’d stayed away from her to keep her safe, but his actions had somehow resulted in her being vulnerable and being kidnapped. He hoped that she wasn’t being hurt, that the blood was done not to injure her but to prove a point to him, but he had no way of knowing. He didn’t know anything right now except that she was gone. Who had her? What was happening to her? Was she okay? It was all a mystery to him. But he and his wolf were of one accord. They would do whatever it took to get Brynn to safety and then they sure as hell were not letting her go around unprotected again.
Storming around to the backyard, he was heartened to see his beta, Ren, Sam his theto, all of the protectors, and the council.
Quickly, he shared the news. He looked at his dad as he said that she was pregnant; his dad’s brows lowered and he frowned. Acksel could practically feel his disappointment.
“Can I see the note, Acksel?” Sam asked.
Acksel handed the note to his theto, and Sam didn’t read it, but lowered his head until his nose was almost touching it and inhaled several times. Sam snarled angrily. “It’s Barry Ayers. I can smell him.”
Ren took the paper from Sam carefully and inhaled as well, echoing Sam’s angry snarl with his own. Acksel hadn’t thought to scent the paper; he’d been so overwhelmed with the scent of Brynn’s blood.
“Barry’s too much of an idiot to work alone. I’m guessing that Rufus is pulling the strings and Taylor is probably with them, too,” Ren said.
Acksel took the note back and held it between his palms. He was so filled with rage he couldn’t think straight.
Inhaling deeply, he cracked his neck and looked at his people. “Even if I haven’t claimed Brynn in front of the pack, that she carries my child makes her mine by right. The banished wolves not only broke our laws by coming into Wilde Creek to take her, but they admitted they knew she carried my pup. We must find her and bring her home safely, and ensure that these three suffer the full justice of our people.”
His words ended with a growl and his people echoed it, until the night was filled with the angry snarls of three dozen males.
“Ren, find out where Rufus, Barry, and Taylor have been hiding out since they were banished. Instead of moving on with their lives, they’ve clearly been planning something with the pack that involves me. I’m betting they didn’t go far.” Vince had been their leader, and he’d planned to use Acksel’s grief at his sister’s injury or death to unseat him from his alpha position. Rufus was probably going to use Brynn to get Acksel to step down from his place in the pack.
Ren nodded and pulled his cell from his back pocket, jogging a few yards away to make calls.
“Sam, take a group of protectors and go into the woods and start searching.”
Sam asked, “Do you think they’ve been watching us?”
Acksel nodded. “They’ve either been spying on us from the woods and hiding their scent well or they’ve been fed information from someone in the pack.”
Sam snarled at the mention of betrayal. Acksel wasn’t too happy about it, but the only person in the pack who
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