Page 73 of Plus-Size Mate

“You too, or I'll have Hanson to blame if anything goes wrong!” Eddie warned, and a look passed between the two male werewolves that suggested they weren't on entirely the best of terms.

“Will you ever give him a break?” Will asked, catching up to jab Eddie with his elbow.

Winter scowled.

Brothers were often protective of their sisters, but werewolves were another level.

“While he's my sister's mate, no,” Eddie responded, glowering at Will. “You'd understand if you had a sister.”

“Especially one that looks like Elena,” Will scoffed, and Eddie gave a warning growl.

“Come on, you two, we don't have time for this,” Winter said, quickening her pace.

They charged down the hill, Winter in the lead. Will took the rear, keeping up easily.

“Damn, girl, for a witch you sure do move fast,” he commented, though it was clear he wasn't nearly as out of breath as she was.

Her chest had begun to burn, but there was no way in hell she was going to stop. She hadn't caught Christopher for nothing.

He was the reason they were in half of the situations they found themselves in. If she could be the one to help put him down, then she was sure as hell going to do it.

They reached the shop quickly, checking the side streets as they went.

There didn't seem to be any sign of him in town. In fact, the place was quiet, so quiet it seemed as if even the buildings were holding their breath as they went about their search to find him.

Winter grabbed her keys from her pocket and as she unlocked the door, the two werewolves stood like bookends on watch at the bottom of the stairs.

It still felt odd to Winter to be working with them, but hell, she had to get used to that now that she was mated to one of them.

“Winter, wait,” Eddie said as soon as the door was unlocked. Stunned by him speaking so suddenly, Winter stepped back from the door, having just pushed it open.

“Let us go in first,” Will said, as if some silent agreement had passed between the two of them.

“I think I can handle it,” she protested, but already the two wolves were barging their way into the shop, their hands tightened into fists and their noses scenting the air.

Winter followed them in, alert for the first sign of trouble. Calling upon the magic within her, she prepared herself for whatever might be coming their way.

Yet, they had been in the shop only seconds before she watched the shoulders of the two men begin to sink.

“There's no sign of him in here,” Will announced, sounding almost disappointed.

“It's a shame. I'd have liked to give him another concussion,” Eddie grumbled, turning to Winter with a look ofrelief. “Maybe you should stay here and make sure he doesn't come back.”

Winter crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him.

“We both know if you thought there was any chance of him coming back here, you would never suggest me staying here on my own,” she snapped at him. “Stop being so protective and let me help.”

“Fine,” Eddie growled back, “But if he lays so much as a single finger on you, I won't hesitate to kill him this time.”

“That's if I don't get to him first,” Will stated. “He's caused enough damn trouble around here.”

Eddie nodded his agreement. Winter shook her head at them both.

“We all know if we kill him another one of his followers will just creep up in his place,” she pointed out. “We have to capture him alive. Again.”

Her stomach twisted at the thought that they were having to go through all this all over again.

The last time, they had been unprepared for Christopher being in the shop, but this time it felt somehow worse. Just knowing he was loose somewhere in town, doing gods knew what, made her angry as hell.

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