Page 38 of Outnumbered

“Shut up, hybrid monstrosity,” one of the men snapped.

“We don’t answer to you,” one of the others said.

Caleb straightened. “No? Well, you do answer to him.” He jerked his thumb behind him and I realized Dan was beside me.

Dan growled and in a commanding voice ordered the men, “Sit!”

All three men dropped to their butts, eyes on the ground, and chests heaving.

“You dare attack my grandson’s packmate?” Dan snarled. “You dare join an organization bent on destroying my beloved grandson? You shall be stripped of your wolves! You are banished from the pack, a rogue!” Reaching forward, he set his hand on the head of one of the men who immediately screamed.

“No! Don’t! Please!” the man screamed and tried to move, but Dan’s power held him in place.

One by one Dan went down the line, touching their heads and making them scream.

“What is he doing?” I asked Branson softly.

“Sealing their ability to shift, preventing them from turning into wolves,” Branson whispered. “I’d heard they could do that, but that’s absolutely terrifying.”

“Good thing we’re on his side,” I whispered.

Caleb took my hand and pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head. “Let’s go.”

I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. “Okay.”

“It’s not over,” one of the men panted as they were put in restraints. “They won’t stop until you’re dead.”

“Then you better buckle up for a long ride,” Caleb said. “Because I’m going to find every last one of you and destroy you.”

Chapter

Eleven

“What would you like for dinner?” Triston asked as he stroked his fingers up and down my arm.

We lay in his bed in his apartment, smiling and content after an afternoon of vigorous and sweaty fun.

“Pasta,” I said, my fingers tracing random patterns on his chest while my head lay on his bicep. “Some type of chicken and pasta meal.”

“I think that can be arranged,” he said and reached for his phone on the bedside table.

It had been two days since the attack with Ambrose and I’d spent all of that time dividing my attention between the four men. I wasn’t sure what it was, but something about the attack had made me want to ensure I divided my time evenly between them.

“The others said that sounds good, too,” Triston said. “Branson and Riddick are going to order some things from the grocery store. Do you want anything else from there?”

“Chocolate,” I answered immediately. “Those chocolate and vanilla ice cream cones Riddick had last time.” They were really delicious.

He typed out the request and set his phone down, rolling onto his side to look at me. He brushed back my hair and said, “You’re very beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I reached up and ran my fingers through his sandy-colored hair with streaks of black that reminded me of his tiger form. “Your hair is beautiful. I love the black streaks.”

“We should probably get dressed,” he said and kissed my forehead. “The others will be ready soon.”

“I suppose,” I said with a dramatic sigh.

“You could stay naked, I don’t think the others would complain,” he teased as he climbed out of bed and started dressing.

“Pretty sure there wouldn’t be much cooking going on if I did that,” I said with a chuckle.

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