Page 104 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

What I wanted to do, too.

I wanted to rip Hunter Randall’s head from his shoulders. I wanted to finally,finallyget vengeance for Jack and make sure that Randall could never threaten me, my pack, or my omegaeveragain.

Killian...if I didn’t get Killian to rein in his impulses, there was no saying what he might do, but it would be bloody. I couldn’t blame him—or his wolf—for those impulses, but right now, we needed to keep our heads cool if we were going to get Lilah out of this entire situation unscathed.

“We’re going to scope the place and then try to figure out where she is. We should know whether or not they’re alone as soon as we get there, and then we’ll be able to make a plan,” I said tightly.

“Do you think Randall will have anyone there with them?” Emmett’s voice was soft and rough, and when I glanced over my shoulder at him, he was staring at his lap, watching his hand curl into a fist and then relax over and over again.

I swallowed, then shook my head. Ahead, the road forked off, and I followed the pull in my chest and took the left.

I knew that we were going the right way. I felt it all the way down to my bones.

“Nobody that we can’t take on,” I answered.

We drove for a little while longer, the silence in the car tense, and then finally,finally,a house appeared at the end of the little rural road, hidden behind a bunch of trees.

I pulled to a stop there, still hidden behind the trees, and silently, we all climbed out and gathered in a little group.

We crept through the trees, and the house came more into focus. It was a two-story plantation-style home with hints of disrepair, though it generally seemed to be in decent shape. The bond in my chest pulsed, and IknewLilah was inside.

And so was Hunter Randall.

“How do we want to do this?” Killian asked quietly, his voice calm and steady for once. When I looked at him, his expressionwas smooth, his green eyes glittering behind his glasses. His claws were popped out when I looked down at his flexed hands, and I knew without a doubt that Killian would kill first and apologize later if he thoughtanythingwas harming Lilah.

Honestly...I could relate.

I swallowed, then spoke in a low voice, though we were too far from the house for anyone to reasonably hear, shifter or not. “We don’t know where she’s being kept, just that she’s inside. I can feel it.” I tapped the center of my chest, and my packmates both nodded, understanding what I was saying without me needing to specify. “So we get close, look in, and see if we can pinpoint where they both are.”

“Randall isn’t leaving this alive,” Emmett said quietly.

I let out a low growl before I jerked my chin in a nod—on that, we were wholly agreed.

“Once we find out where she is, we go in. I don’t care about being subtle. It isn’t like the police will make their way out this far before we make it in, and there are three of us against him. I’m not saying he isn’t dangerous—he clearly is—but we could overpower him if necessary.”

I believed the words fully and was gratified when neither Killian nor Emmett argued with me.

“Let’s go,” Killian said quietly.

We moved as a unit, quickly and quietly. I was tempted to shift if only so we were all closer to the ground, but we didn’t need to delay shifting back once we got inside.

It didn’t matter. Nobody approached us as we darted across the field between the cover of the trees and the house, and no alarms blared when we pressed up against the side of the brick facade.

I pressed a finger to my lips as we approached a window, and then the three of us ducked underneath, peeking up over.

Inside was a well-put-together living space, decorated nicely and clearly lived in. A laptop was charging on the coffee table, and embers were behind the iron grate of the fireplace. It looked warm and cozy...and empty.

I shifted my ears to hear better, and everything was immediately amplified as I closed my eyes. I could hear three heartbeats in the house: one upstairs, one somewhere in the middle, and one in a basement I hadn’t known existed. The one downstairs was sluggish and steady, but the other two were normal—one a little too fast, indicating fear.

Lilah.

I swallowed hard as I heard footsteps and then shifted my ears back so they weren’t poking through my hair as I looked at the other two. “They’re coming down, I think,” I murmured.

Killian’s eyes gleamed with bloodlust. He looked over the windowsill, and we waited.

We saw them less than a minute later. Lilah’s wrist was caught firmly in the grip of an older, unassuming-looking man, who was dragging her behind him. Her eyes were wide, her lips moving, but I could only hear the soft hint of her voice through the window. I wanted to shift my ears again to hear her words, but I didn’t want to give us away.

The other two tensed at the sight of her, and I forced myself to put my hand out, keeping my eye on her.

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