Page 4 of Her Shifter Pack

Chapter 2

MARKUS

My brother was shaking. I had no idea why, but it had something to do with that girl.

The one who was currently running away from us down the street. Her big ass and huge boobs shook as she ran. Not my usual type, but damn, did I enjoy watching her hurry away.

I couldn’t seem to drag my eyes away from her, and my wolf was prowling uncomfortably inside my chest, wanting to shift. Wanting to run after her.

But why?

I forced myself to focus back on my brother, mentally shaking myself. I’d never wanted to run after a woman before in my life. They chased me, not the other way around.

“Hey. Are you okay?” I reach for Ollie’s arm, not liking how pale his face was.

He pushed up to standing, though he still swayed like he was intoxicated. “Yeah. Fine. I just... where’d she go?”

He was looking around as though he expected the hot chick to reappear.

I shrugged. “She ran off.”

“Did you see which way she went?” a guy asked, stepping toward us.

He had a terrible vibe about him. Almost like he was a bear shifter, but darker than they usually were.

I turned toward the red-bearded giant. “What do you want with her?”

“Fucking bitch punched me in the jaw,” he said, leaning forward to spit blood on the sidewalk. “Knocked a tooth loose.”

She’s tough, then. Good. I wasn’t sure why that would matter, but pleasure ran through me at the thought of her standing up for herself—as I’m sure she’d just had to, judging by this guy’s angry demeanor.

I couldn’t help but ask, “Whatcha do to deserve that?”

He glared at me, and I just grinned back. Let him make a move. I wouldn’t mind a fight tonight. But the coward just turned and marched back inside the diner.

Ollie was slowly but surely moving his way forward, dragging his legs.

“Ollie! Wait up.” I jogged to catch up to him. “What happened to you back there?”

He was getting stronger, straightening his spine and walking more upright now. “That girl you let go. She’s our mate.”

I put my hand out to stop him, grabbing on tighter when he wanted to keep moving. “Wait. Say that again?”

Ollie turned to me, his cheeks slashed with heat. “She’s our mate, Markus. I’ve never felt anything like it. One touch of her skin against mine, and she took my legs out from under me.”

“But—”

“But what?” he asked, twisting his body and tugging his arm out of my grip.

How could I tell my brother the truth? That I didn’t want a mate, period, let alone one I had to share. What was the point of having one woman who was everything I could ever want in a wife, only to have to share her with my brother?

When I didn’t respond, Ollie kept moving. “I’m going to look for her.” He sniffed the air, turned left, then took off running up the street.

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