Page 139 of Wolf's Mark

Tonight proved it.

“We’re almost there, brother,”Chase said mentally as he finally joined the pack.

“Not close enough,”I told him. I smelled their approach. It was only a matter of seconds before they would break into the building.

Where the fuck was Jeremiah? His scent had been masked, the bastard disappearing as if he hadn’t come this far.

But I knew better.

He was primal blood too, his ancestors from the first werewolves created during the darkest of ages. We were destined for a tragic fight, one of us eliminated and he was biding his time.

I stopped long enough to throw back my snout, issuing a battle cry, a howl for all other wolves to hear.

The Alpha leader had arrived and he wouldn’t allow anyone who wasn’t with our pack to survive.

The building was in sight, my senses even keener than before.

“What now, brother? How do we approach?”Riker asked.

“Full on. They were close. Have Eliza and the other pack members surround the building.”

“What about our men?”

“They’re already dead.”

And they were, taken out minutes before. I’d felt their last breaths, had heard their cries. My senses had almost been fully restored. Right now, their deaths pained me more than almost anything.

I approached the entrance slowly, taking several deep whiffs of the air around us. I still was unable to gather a whiff of Jeremiah, but I felt him. The fur on the back of my neck was standing, my large heart thumping erratically.

Then I gathered a single read of his mind.

He was already inside.

There was no time to reflect, no time to be enraged. I charged the building.

Sedona

“They’re coming,” Daphne exclaimed from the other side of the room.

“I don’t sense them,” Marla said, jerking up her head from the computer.

“She’s primal family. Her senses are increasing rapidly,” I told them. “We have the gas. We can use that to protect ourselves.” Only I hoped that would be the case. We’d yet to test, certainly not on a live corpse. Oh, my God. I couldn’t believe I’d just thought that.

But it was the truth.

There was no denying who or what I was as I felt the approaching wolves as well. Dozens of them, including Jax. The ache in my heart was immediate. I longed for him.

“It’s not ready yet,” Marla insisted.

The heat was rising, the electricity in the room surging. “We don’t have time. Are there any gas masks?”

Marla frowned. “Yes, a few. Not enough.”

“Don’t worry. It will be enough.” I was praying a few would be. I had no sense of how the gas would work other than it had eliminated the cells altogether in the samples. But that could mean nothing if a live form didn’t succumb to the effects.

All I could think about was Jax and my foolish behavior. I’d acted like a prima donna when he’d needed me as much as I’d needed him. He was close. So close.

And enraged.

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