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“Anything you want, baby girl.” Kissing the crown of her head, I feel her relax in my arms. “Mom, make it happen.” Mom smiles and mouths thank you to me before turning around leaving the room. Through the bond, I let the others know. The guys are very supportive of the idea.

Chapter 27

Ethan

-Welcome to the Circus- Five Finger Death Punch-

I know this is in Grace’s best interest, but it’s killing me watching her getting her ass kicked all over the place. Mom’s wolf sends Grace flying across the training ring for the twelfth time and my heart aches.

“Why isn’t she getting it?” Griffin ponders, watching Grace spar with mom.

“I think it’s because it’s our mother. Mom, get a different she-wolf to spar Grace.” I yell and Mom’s wolf nods, then walks out of the ring.

Stacy, who’s around our mate’s age, trots into the ring and Grace’s demeanor changes drastically. Her head is lowered and her hackles are standing on edge. Without warning, they charge each other, grappling and biting each other. Grace gets thrown again, but lands on her paws before charging again.

“That’s an improvement.” Mom states as she moves alongside of us.

“What do you mean?” Conrad asks without looking at mom. His eyes are locked on the black and white wolves fighting.

Shrugging her shoulders, mom smiles. “She was afraid of hurting me. Stacy asked how Conrad was in bed and Grace snapped.” Arching a brow, I stare at my mate going full bore against this female.

“Alpha,” Dustin one of the border patrol crew, comes up alongside of me.

“Yes?” I don’t take my eyes off of my mate.

“Alpha Ambrose is here to check in on you and your mate.” Soon as the words leave his lips, the hairs stand on the back of my neck.

“Bring him here…” Griffin commands, and I glare at him. “He needs to see what he fought for. Let him see.”

Ambrose strolls up, long hair blowing in the breeze. “Grace.” The way he calls my mate’s name makes fur ripple over my forearms.

She snaps one last time at Stacy before she turns and looks over at the male calling her name. Snarling her canines gleam in the light as she lowers her head, making all of her hair stand on end. Holding her tail high, she stalks forward slowly with her eyes locked with Ambrose.

“She shouldn’t be able to hold my gaze.” His eyes blaze to life, the inhuman blue of his wolf.

Grace whines for a moment, then raises her head, staring back twice as hard at him. The moment her head raises, the power dynamic changes and Ambrose takes a step back. From out of nowhere, my mate gets blindsided by another ash gray wolf that pins her to the ground. I get ready to jump in when Ambrose rests a hand on my shoulder. “She needs to learn to fight from outside of the pack.”

The newcomer goes for her neck, just before they can connect Grace gets her hind feet on the other wolfs underbelly and starts tearing at it. The wolf leaps away, and that’s when my mate strikes, going in for the kill. Gripping the other wolf’s neck, Grace looks up at me, awaiting my command. I shake my head no at her and she releases the other wolf and trots over to me.

She tilts her head, looking up into my eyes. “I need your shirt Ethan.”

I pull the shirt off and slip it onto her wolf, getting her head and front legs into place. The minute the shirt is situated, Grace shifts back and glares at Ambrose. “Who are you to try to get me to submit?” Her voice is all wolf as she growls out her words.

Laughing, Ambrose tilts his head. “I see she took on some of your finer qualities, Ethan. She’ll need that to be a respected Luna.”

My mate is still growling in my arms as Griffin comes forward and takes her from me. “As you can see, our mate survived the turning and is adapting well. What is the real reason for the visit Ambrose? I know it wasn’t merely social.”

Mom motions to the pack house and we follow her silently. For the next hour, she is still Luna until Grace is presented and officially given the title. “It’s safer to speak here.” Mom says as she motions to the table where we usually conduct business.

Once the double doors are closed, and the perimeter is secured, Ambrose begins. “Historically, we’ve always had problems with rogues attacking the smaller packs randomly. Most times it’s for food or basic supplies. The attacks have changed.”

That catches Griffin’s attention as he turns to look at Ambrose as he passes Grace off to Barrett. “How have they changed?”

“The rogues are coordinating attacks. It’s almost as if they are creating a pack of their own.” Ambrose strokes the stubble on his chin as he thinks more about what he just said.

“Rogues don’t do shit like that!” Slamming my fist on the table forces everyone to look at me. “Maybe it’s a smaller pack trying to get a foothold in the area.”

“No, it’s fucking rogues, the same rogue that tried killing your mate was leading them. Somehow, he’s gained control of them and is directing the attacks.” Ambrose realizes what he said in anger and turns quickly to stare at Grace.

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