Page 10 of Wolf's Wild Woman

He eyed my scars, and I waited for him to say something. One word and I’d mop the floor with him.

“My boy doesn’t lose. Ever,” Makers warned. “I’m heading out. Donna?”

She threw a glance between Makers and her daughter then looked at me. I had a feeling she wanted to ask me something, and I even thought I knew what it was she wanted to know.

“Your choice,” I told her. “But know this. Rebel is my mate. No one will touch a hair on her head ever again. This is your one and only warning, Makers. If your son comes near Rebel, he’s going to die. I’ll rip him apart with my bare hands and let the maggots feed on his carcass. The same with anyone he brings with him. With no remorse.”

He looked as if he’d pass out.

“Do I make myself clear?”

He swallowed then nodded vigorously.

“Know this. My job tonight is to round up all the troublemakers in the Rigton pack and set them straight. Trouble, and those who cause it, won’t be tolerated. When you leave here tonight, I suggest you pack up and keep going. You’re no longer welcome in this town.”

“Now, wait just a minute.” He’d found his voice again. “You have no say in the Rigton Pack.”

“The Rigton Pack is no more. Your elders cut a deal to make you a part of the James Pack. You should make sure your son knows that before he signs his death warrant.”

“Donna, let’s go,” he called as he headed out of the room.

“If you go with him,” I warned. “You won’t be welcome back.”

“I’ve already made my choices,” she said then whispered softly to me as she followed Makers. “Keep her safe.”

“Tell Makers I want the money returned to Rebel. Whatever he took. If not, I’ll come after him and get it.”

She nodded then scampered out of the room, chasing a man who would be the death of her. I had no idea why she’d chosen him over her daughter. One look at Rebel and I knew that choice hurt her. I wanted to get her home and hold her. To show her there was one person in this world she could count on. Me.

Chapter Five

~Rebel~

Taylor was a force to be reckoned with. He’d been in an angry, aggressive mood since we’d left my house behind. In record time, we’d made our way through the rest of the names I’d given him. He’d made sure each of them was aware of the pack change. Those who’d balked had been handled accordingly. Taylor knew how to fight. He’d been bloody and brutal when needed then offered second chances to those who’d warranted them. Unfortunately, we hadn’t come across Benji or his buddies.

“What?” he snapped when his phone rang. He never took his eyes off the road as the caller’s voice filled the vehicle.

“Checking in to see if you need any help.”

“It’s done, Simon. How’re Bas and Cyan?”

Simon cleared his throat. “Bas and his mate are at the house. Cyan took off after his mate. I’ll keep watch outside the house until one of you gets back.”

“Where’s Belinda?” Taylor asked, still not sparing me a glance. Hell, I was beginning to wonder if he remembered I was still there.

“She’s in the house with Bas and his mate.” Simon didn’t sound happy about that. Was Belinda his mate?

“That’s good. I’m going to be out of pocket for a bit. I’ll check in later. Anything goes down and you need me, you know what to do.”

“Got it,” Simon replied, and the phone disconnected.

I sat in silence for a minute then couldn’t hold in my curiosity. “What?”

Taylor glanced my way as his fingers kept tempo on the steering wheel to whatever was playing in his head.

“What, what?”

“What does he do to contact you when you’re out of pocket?”

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