Page 39 of Enzo

“He didn’t,”my wolf says.

“Oh, now you want to talk? Where was your conversation a few minutes ago?”I scold him.

I can almost feel his shrug inside me.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Zyion says, getting my attention back. He’s looking at the vamp now. A grin on his face. “I agree. She is gorgeous.”

My wolf growls inside me.

“What the hell are you growling at?”

“I don’t know,”he admits confused.

Shaking my head, I put my attention back on Zyion. “Attractive or not, she’s bad news, and I want her gone.”

Suddenly, Hirim, a scout charged with patrolling the perimeters of our land, rushes up to Chayton. I make my way over to them.

“We have a problem,” Hirim says.

Chayton turns to Elizabeth. “Go back to the cabin and wait for me. Zyion, see that my mate gets home safely.”

“Make sure that vampire doesn’t try anything,”he says silently through our private link.

I turn and nod to Zyion. Telling him silently to keep a close eye on the leech. Elizabeth and the vampires go to walk off with Miko trailing behind them, along with Zyion and two other members of the pack.

Chayton and I follow Hirim through the trees. We stop at the mutilated ruins of a deer.

“What the hell?” Chayton says what I’m thinking.

“You think the vamps did this?” Hirim asks.

Squatting down, I take in the poor animal at my feet. The thing looks as if it lost a game of chicken to a train.

Using my wolf, I try to scent the vamps on the creature.

“No,” I say, standing up straight. “This wasn’t them. There’s shifter scent all over this.”

Chayton turns to me with a raised brow. “The only thing that would do that to an animal is a feral. You’re telling me I have a fucking feral wolf around my pack?”

This isn’t good news. Feral wolves are wolves that were once rogues. If a rogue goes without a pack for too long, it becomes feral. Or what we call a mindless killing machine. It loses the ability to shift back to human form and lacks the compassion or control natural wolves have.

“Alright, we’re going to need some around the clock patrolling,” I say to Hirim.

“I need you to recruit at least ten more wolves to help with patrol,” Chayton tells him. “Even if that means taking some guys off of logging duty.”

Hirim dips his chin. “I got it, Alpha.”

“If you come across a feral, don’t try to deal with it yourself,” I explain. “You send out a call through the link.”

“Got it.”

Chayton and I head back through the woods. He sends out a call through the pack link requiring everyone to meet in the town hall. With a feral on the loose, we need to take precautions.

“This isn’t good,” I say to him as we make our way back to town.

“We got the White Wolf and his runaway witch, two leeches, and now a feral. Did we roll the dice on a Jumanji game?”

Chayton shakes his head. “Look, I don’t know what the goddess has going on for us, but something is coming. We went from a small unknown pack to a refuge for troubled beings, and now ferals. I don’t need any more surprises. I have a pregnant human mate, for goddess’ sakes.”

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