Page 2 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 2
Fergus
Through my scope,I watched the human get sick, and my bear grunted as my right eye twitched almost nonstop.
He wanted to go to her, comfort her, protect her, but I told him to shut the fuck up. We didn’t have time for that. I’d saved her last night and gotten her out of harm’s way. That was all I was going to do for her, nothing more. She was on her own.
My focus had to be on Price and his wolves.
“How’s she doing?” Grant asked, coming up behind me.
“Why do you care?”
“Because you do—a lot.”
I glared at him and growled until Grant shrugged and walked off.
“Where’s Cutter?” I asked.
“Tracking. We lost Price’s and his pack’s scent a few miles back. He’s trying to pick it up again.”
“Which direction?”
Grant pointed, and we headed off.
I could still smell the woman as I followed Grant through the trees.
I’d keep tabs on her. I wasn’t sure why, but I had a feeling she’d eventually lead us to Price, or he would catch up to her in the end. Whether she lived was the other question. Not that I wanted to use her as bait, but if it got me Price and the others, that was what I’d use her for.
I had a personal vendetta against him and his pack.
They were trying to perform aHunt. If we didn’t stop his pack before they killed her, I’d have to kill them all. And that would start a war. Shifter law is much more brutal than human law, and the alpha—not his family members—always carry out the sentence. If Price needed to be executed, I would be the one to do it.
I would stain no one else’s hands with blood.
We needed to touch base back home again and make sure they were watching the rest of the wolves.
I told Grant to keep moving on and that I’d catch up. I pulled my satellite phone out of my vest and called the main house. It was morning, so Aunt Kristine would be busy with the children as their parents had been dropping them off for the day.
The phone rang a few times before a gruff voice finally answered. “Fergus? Is that you?”
“Yeah, Kyle. It’s me.”
Kyle was my youngest nephew, barely out of college and taking on more duties within the clan. If anything happened to me, Cutter, or Grant, he’d be the one the clan fell to. I put a lot of responsibility on the younger bear, but there might come a day when I didn’t come home, so Kyle would need to be ready.
“Catch me up on what’s happening there,” I stated.
“What did you do to piss off the wolves?”
“Why?”
“Reports have been coming in since early this morning. The wolf-shifters are on the move.”
Children were yelling, and Kyle told them to hush up. Loud growling and more screams followed. I could just picture my large nephew, half shifting so his bear’s head appeared to scare off the youngsters harassing him.
“Cars have been heading to Price’s house every few minutes. And they’re not just coming over to visit. Most of the wolves are armed.”
In agitation, my claws grew, and I dug them into a nearby tree, trying to contain my anger.
How have things escalated so quickly?
