Page 24 of Fear

King crouched behind cover, barking orders into his earpiece. “Fang! Gunner! Shift and get into position. Now.”

Fang’s eyes flashed gold in the darkness, and without hesitation, he and Gunner ducked into the shadows. Moments later, the sound of fabric tearing and bones snapping into place filled the air—then silence. Two massive wolves emerged, their eyes glowing, their bodies coiled and ready. As the gunfire raged, the wolves disappeared into the treeline, moving like ghosts through the battlefield, waiting for the moment to strike.

Meanwhile, Goliath turned back to Frost, whose breath was coming in ragged gasps, blood pooling at his side.

"You’re done, Frost," Goliath growled, pressing his palm hard against the wound, trying to slow the bleeding. "You keep fighting, and you’ll bleed out before you even take another shot."

Frost gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching. "I don’t stop."

King crouched beside them, his expression grim as he took in Frost’s injuries and the carnage around them. "You’re getting patched up. That’s an order."

Before Frost could protest, a chilling howl split the night. The wolves had found their targets.

Suddenly, screams erupted from the treeline, the scent of fear and blood thick in the air. Fang and Gunner tore through the Shadow Riders, ripping into them with primal ferocity. The advantage had shifted.

King’s lips curled into a deadly smirk. "Time to finish this."

The Wolverines rode hard and fast into the night, their engines screaming like war drums.

But when they reached the Shadow Riders’ clubhouse, they realized too late—they had walked into a trap. The Shadow Riders stood waiting, but they weren’t alone.

More men than expected lined the lot—Serpents MC, armed and ready. Goliath’s gut twisted as he pulled his bike to a stop beside King. Reaper stood at the front, arms crossed, grinning.

“You boys should’ve stayed home,” Reaper sneered.

King’s voice was cold steel. “You brought in the Serpents. That’s a coward’s move.”

Reaper chuckled. “No such thing as cowardice in war.” The Wolverines were outnumbered five to one. For now. King gave a small nod, and one by one, the Wolverines backed away. This wasn’t over, but it wouldn’t be tonight.

The ride back to the clubhouse was too quiet. Tension thickened the air like a brewing storm, their engines growling beneath them, a restless energy surging through the pack. This wasn’t just about retaliation anymore—this was war. And every man riding toward that battle knew it.

The moment they pulled into the clubhouse, rage filled the air.

Goliath slammed a fist against the wall, his wolf roaring inside him. “We should’ve fucking ended this.”

King exhaled; his expression unreadable. “We will.” King’s voice barked out commands.

“All weapons checked—now! I want injuries dealt with, and I want every man ready to ride again at a moment’s notice.” He turned toward Dixon. “Set up a full perimeter. I want eyes on every damn entrance, every road leading in or out of this place.”

The brothers immediately jumped into action. No hesitation. No complaints. Every man still burned with the rage of the ambush.

Inside the clubhouse in the Chapel room, the Wolverines sat gathered around the table, faces tight with controlled fury, shoulders rigid beneath the weight of unfinished business.

King slammed his fists on the table. “We underestimated them. That mistake won’t happen again.”

“They were waiting for us,” Hunter muttered darkly. “They knew we were coming.”

“Damn right they did,” Fang growled. “They’re not stupid. But what we didn’t know—what we weren’t ready for—was them calling in the Serpents MC.” A low growl rumbled through the room.

The Serpents weren’t just another gang. They were ruthless mercenaries, an MC for hire, running guns and bodies wherever the highest bidder sent them.

“They weren’t riding alone,” King confirmed. “We’re outnumbered.”

“They led us right to their doorstep,” Dixon muttered, shaking his head. “It was a goddamn trap.”

“We need backup,” Fang said, his voice steel.

Goliath grunted. “We have allies. Let’s call them.”

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