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Chapter 20

Shit

Thankfully, Rye’s father was in a good mood when they called and he let them take the jet. Twelve hours later, they all were in Texas.

That’s when they discovered that ghosting sucked.

“I can’t fucking stand it, get it off me,” Ace begged, tears in her eyes.

The term "tears" and Ace had never before been used in the same sentence. But eau de wolf shit was the worst thing they’d done in their lives. Strong smells were that painful for a shifter. If it was hard for them, felines, Christine wondered how bad it was for Hunter. Wolves’ noses were a lot more sensitive than theirs. So, they were literally covered in essence of shit.

“How can you stand it?” Rye whispered, as they passed through a hole in the outer fence of the Vergas pack’s land.

Hunter shrugged. “Habit. I started to sneak out when I was eight, to go get some sweets in the next town over. By the time I shifted, I was so used to it that it didn’t bother me. I think that training my nose to smell things past the shit is the reason why my sense of smell is so acute. Wait a second, here.”

They crouched and waited in silence. A wolf was walking their way. His direct trajectory would have taken him straight in front of them, but he purposefully avoided the area where they were hiding behind a car. When he’d passed, Daunte said, “Fucking brilliant. He doesn’t suspect that anything’s wrong because wolf shit is something he’s used to smelling. He just thinks someone took a dump and doesn’t want to deal with it.”

Daunte turned to Hunter. “Wait. How did you get cat shit to get on our land?”

“I didn’t,” Hunter replied. “You have foxes in the woods. Fox shit did the trick.”

“If anyone breathes a word of this, I’ll use their bones as toothpicks,” Jas swore.

“Why do you think it’s a secret technique? We don’t talk about it. Ever.”

They all nodded in agreement.

Slowly, only moving when their way was clear, Hunter led them to the side of his old house, the largest in the territory. And then they waited behind a generator, hidden from view, and masked by shit.

No one spoke or moved.

Jason must have flown, too, because he arrived within the hour. The drive would have taken a lot longer than that, and if he’d run he would have been exhausted.

“Father!” he yelled, before pacing in front of the house.

Arthur walked out a minute later, smiling. They had a clear view from their vantage point.

He hadn’t changed in a year; he was still shirtless and very well defined. His salt-and-pepper hair was elegantly combed back, and there was something powerful in the way he walked.

“Jason. Back already? I trust your mission was successful.”

Instead of replying, Jason opened his fly, pulled out his dick, and pissed on the Alpha’s feet.

Somehow, Christine managed not to laugh out loud. That was how wolves challenged each other? Because if so, why wasn’t there a television show covering wolf challenges? Someone would make a killing with that.

Arthur Force didn’t think it was funny.

“Think very carefully about what you’re doing, son.”

Jason spelled it out, “I challenge you.”

Each of his words held weight.

A small crowd had assembled already, hearing the commotion.

It was the early hours of the morning, so Christine guessed that not everyone was awake.

Arthur’s eyes took in the dozen wolves encircling them.

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