Page 51 of Wolf Trapped
They make their way between the trees, and I wait several minutes before I follow the sweet scent of my mate’s blood. I need to buy my time to figure out a plan of attack. I need to figure this all out and plan my moves carefully.
Angela?I call out through the pack link.
I’m here, Alpha.She responds immediately.
Get to the cabin. Carter has Jara, and I’m going after them.
We are on our way, Alpha.I cut off the link so I can hear better.
I move swiftly and silently through the trees, following my mate’s scent and her words.
“Why are you working for Kyle?” She says louder than necessary.
Did she see me at the cabin? I don’t know how she could have.
Does she even want me to rescue her, or is she just like the others and would rather die than be with me? I shouldn’t think like that, but I can’t help but feel the hurt her words brought. My father is probably rolling in his grave at my insecure thoughts.
“Get the fuck up, you stupid bitch.” He roars and wraps his hand in her hair. She moves slowly, holding her ribs, and I growl low in my throat, unable to help myself anymore. I shift and reveal myself to the man.
Carter’s eyes widen, and he wraps his arm around Jara so tight she winces. Is something wrong with her ribs? “Carter. Let my mate go.”
“No. She doesn’t want you anyway, Archer. She told me to take her to Kyle instead of just killing her.” My eyes cut to Jara. I heard her tell him that, but the confirmation still hurts.
I cut my eyes back to Carter and scan the area. There has to be a way to get her away from him.
“Do you want to die, Carter?” I take a step forward but stop as the blade bites into the skin of Jara’s throat.
He’s made her bleed again. I scan my mate's body, cataloging every wound on her body because that mother fucker will feel every bit of pain Jara feels.
“I’m dead either way.” He laughs. “You caught up with me, so I might as well kill her and be done with it. At least they will be safe.”
“Who will be safe?” Jara asks, and I snap my gaze to hers. She nods imperceptibly at my glare. She needs to keep her mouth shut.
“Let her go, and we can help them. You have to answer for Jacob’s murder, but you don’t have to add the death of my mate to your long list of crimes, Carter.”
“You can’t help them. Only Kyle can.” His arm twitches around Jara, and she chews her lip. By the look on her face, she is going to try to get out of this at the risk to her life. No, she can’t do anything to make him angry. “He wants her dead. All I have to do to keep them safe is push a little harder on her throat.
My body shudders. My wolf is riding me hard to protect our mate. “I suggest you release my mate.” I snarl, my hands shifting into claws.
Carter gasps, and his head swivels, knocking into Jara’s, and she winces. Another injury to add to the list of all the ways I’m going to hurt this mother fucker. Something lights up in Jara’s eyes, and I nearly groan. Whatever the idea in that pretty head of hers, she needs to fucking stop.
She shifts her hands into claws, and I can guess what the fuck my feisty little mate has planned, but with the knife to her throat, I don’t fucking trust it. I shake my head just barely. Her expression is determined, though.
I’m going to turn her sexy little ass red later if she does anything to put herself in danger.
“There’s something I don’t understand,” I ask, drawing Carter’s full attention to me, where it belongs. I need him to forget she’s even there. “How did you mask your scent?”
“A special blend of herbs from Kyle’s pack. It was so easy.” He laughs hysterically. How did I never notice the man is certifiable? “I had all of you fooled with the obedient, helpful lap dog act.”
She widens her eyes at me, and I shake my head again. The determination in her gaze tells me she has no plan to listen to my direct order not to do anything stupid. She nods, more blood trickling from her throat, making me wince.
“Don’t,” I shout, but it’s too late. She moves faster than I thought she could, raking her claws down the arm and holding the knife to her throat. He howls, dropping the knife in his hand, and Jara rears back, smashing her head into his nose. She is drenched in Carter’s blood as he screams and
“Jara,” I shout. My wolf takes over, making me shift and jump over my mate, and my vision goes red, and I black out.
My vision clearsas I drag my mate to the cabin and stomp up the steps to the front door. My wolf is still riding me hard, but I have to fucking know if what she said was true. Is that how she really feels about me?
“Did you mean it?” I roar as I drop Jara on the bed in the cabin. She gasps, clutching her ribs. Fuck. I fucking hurt her.
