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“Senna, I’m sure that he had a reason. He…” But Kaiden’s words dropped away as we both saw him.

Lying in the snow, Terrance standing over him, Jet’s massive wolf form nearly blended in except for all the red covering him. All the…blood.

Terrance reared back, and my heart stopped. As he screamed into the echoey expanse of the clearing, I reached out for my mate. For what good, who knew, but every cell within me called out for him, begging to pull Jet to me somehow.

“No!”

The Collins alpha turned in my direction with an evil sneer, gripping Jet’s neck, ready to snap. Ghostly images from my vision overlapped with reality, and I knew this was it. Terrance was going to murder Jet right in front of me.

And then everything stopped.

Chapter 24 - Jet

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could make it. Terrance had brought his entire pack to my fucking doorstep, and too many Edwards wolves had been injured or killed already. A whimper broke free of me as I struggled to push up off the ground.

My front leg was likely broken, translating to an immobilized wrist if I shifted back into human form. I tumbled back down to the ground when I tried to put some semblance of weight on it, and the impact with the hard ground rocked through my ribs. They were already bruised, Terrance landing a number of successful kicks.

I’d been already exhausted when I found him and his fucking beta back here. His pack had done their duty of softening me up for them. I was alpha, but there was only so much even I could do against such steep numbers.

Still, I’d been able to do severe damage to Reginald, and the taste of his blood on my tongue confirmed something that I’d expected for some time. He was Terrance’s son.

“Get out of here! Now! You’re just going to get yourself killed!” Terrance had screamed at Reginald, just barely able to yank his progeny away before I clamped my fangs down on his neck.

“Alpha, I can—”

“You can listen to my fucking orders, ingrate!” He’d shoved Reginald away then, launching him toward the tree line. “Your job now is to keep the Collins pack going. Shoo!”

Watching Reginald run off, I wanted to chase after him and finish the job. But I had bigger fish to fry.

Everything ached, and I was beyond exhausted now, but the worst, though, was the way the asshole had to pontificate at me.

“You really thought I’d let you keep your mate if I had anything to say about it. Ha! There’s no fucking way I’m letting an Edwards have that kind of leg up over the Collins pack. You won’t be filling the world with your fucking disgrace you want to call a pup.”

Because the one you just sent packing is so much better?

I snarled low, snapping and slashing out with my claws as he drew near me. The rumbling growl echoed around us in the clearing. I’d yet to have a good opportunity to learn anything from Terrance or his wolves. It had been too chaotic and urgent, dodging attacks as I rushed down the halls, hurrying my pack members to safety as quickly as I could.

Hell, I still didn’t know who the mole was, though, of course, I had suspicions. The taste of Terrance’s blood and the blood of the wolves I’d downed lingered on my tongue, and my breath left me in billowing white puffs. It was cold, the sun obscured behind several layers of clouds, and the entire sky was oppressive gray.

This piece of shit. Who sent you here?!

That snarl deepened, and I pushed myself up again, keeping the weight off my injured leg.

“Oh, quit your fucking growling. It’s not going to do you any good now. I’m already well aware of what’s been going on under my nose. And you’ll not be keeping Senna. I’m going to string her up for my pack, Jet. I’m going to watch as they tear into her flesh and then clamp my jaws around her neck.”

Bile and rage swelled in my blood, and when Terrance shot forward to slash at me, his claws extended through his human fingers, I leapt out of the way. Dodging the blow was simple enough, but I had to tuck into a roll so that I could cushion my leg.

Spinning around, I raked my claws out in front of me, just slicing through the skin of Terrance’s back. He cursed, turning to face me, and roared in my direction.

“Give it up! You’ve lost! Leon is already combing the compound for your fucking precious little omega. He’ll bring her to me, and we’ll end your fucking Edwards line for good! Two birds, one stone.”

I fucking knew it. That motherfucking—

Roaring into the wintery scene around us, I tore off for Terrance, ignoring the burning throb in my leg as I ran at him. I soared through the air, landing on top of Terrance, but not without getting a massive hit to my side. His claws dug into my skin, and that searing tear lit me up with pain.

On top of him, I snapped at his neck. I wasn’t able to make good contact with how he held me back, but I nipped and snarled, doing everything I could to cause any damage. My claws tore through his chest, and I landed a quick bite on his shoulder.

“Ahh!”

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