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The other wolves darted toward us. Birds squawked, and wildlife scrambled to get out of our way.

Sawyer pushed into my mind as our bodies merged. Sweetheart, we’re heading for the guy in front. He’s one of the brutalist enforcers my dad has. Together, we’re going to take him out and make sure he can’t hurt anyone else.

My lip curled up. Good, let’s do it.

My pulse spiked, and my lungs and legs burned as we closed the distance. This was very different from the fight I’d had with Thomas. There would be no yielding, no chance to give up. It would be a brawl to the death, and the better wolf would win.

I just hoped the better wolf was Sawyer and me.

Twenty-Two

Sawyer

This was crazy.

One wrong move, and my mate could die. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.

I hated that I couldn’t be here in reality. My real self sat in a car parked on the side of the road miles away. I was protecting Lincoln and Sloane the best way that I knew how, but we had to win. I had to fight like everything depended on winning because it did.

We were closing in on the other pack. Sloane was so fast.

I took control, thankful that she let me and didn’t fight me.

I snarled, a ferocious sound ripping from my throat as me and Eric, the enforcer in charge, caught each other in a vicious hug. We both reared up on our back legs, snapping and growling at each other, grappling to get the upper hand.

His wolf was as strong as I was, but Sloane’s wolf was much more petite than mine. But where she lacked in bulk, she made up for in speed.

And it didn’t take away from the fact that I had years of training on my side with the advantage of working with the youngsters who were first learning how to shift. Most men didn’t know how to do that and weren’t used to wrestling someone so much smaller.

It was an advantage I intended to exploit.

I ducked my head, going for his leg and chomping down on the fleshy part of his armpit area. He yelped in pain and hopped backwards, losing his balance, and he fell on his back only to roll to the side at the last minute.

I bit at him, but he was fast, too, and squirrelly. He kicked his legs out, trying to turn me over. I put one paw on his chest, doing my best to hold him in place with Sloane’s weight.

He got his back legs underneath us and kicked up, hitting us in the gut and flinging us away. We rolled with the momentum and then skittered to our feet.

Sloane’s voice echoed in my mind. He’s favoring the leg we bit. We should use that to our advantage.

Agreed. We just got to get him into a vulnerable position again.

She chortled. Do what you got to do. I’m just along for the ride even though it’s my own body.

I chuckled. Sweetheart, now is not the time to make jokes.

I know. I’m sorry. Just be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to us.

Me either, sweetheart.

Eric lunged, and we darted to the side. Sloane was right about his leg. He put a little too much pressure on it, and it practically gave out on him, making him stumble. I used that as our opportunity to charge.

We threw ourselves at him and landed on his back. I put my mouth on his neck and bit down. Blood gushed into my mouth as I dug in as hard and deep as I could while shaking my head back and forth. He grunted and bucked up, trying to throw us off, but I refused to let go.

My right paw moved of its own volition, and it took me a moment to realize that Sloane was doing it. It was an odd sensation being in her body, and both of us controlling two different parts. Weird, but I’d take it.

She dropped her shoulder lower, giving her an opportunity to get her claw underneath his belly. She flexed her paw, exposing the sharpest points of her nails, and then sliced them across his chest.

Eric fell to the ground. Sloane got her leg out in time to keep it from being crushed, but I still had my death grip on his neck and wouldn’t let go. I tore in, making him whimper and gurgle.

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