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Two minutes later, I hear brakes squeal.Shit. Dad.
He takes one look at me and looks like he wants to murder someone, namely the unconscious wolf shifter they’re dragging into the bunker.
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“No! Fuck it. You’re coming home with me,” Dad asserts while I sift my hands through my hair with frustration.
I’ve undressed, shifted to help me heal, and re-dressed.
“He needs to be euthanized!” Dad shouts.
“How dare you say that!”
“Look at you!” Dad hollers loud enough to wake the dead, though not loud enough to wake my mate, who is restrained but hasn’t shifted to human yet.
I’ve never seen my father this furious.
“Saw the whole fucking thing in the surveillance room,” Dad tells me. “I see my daughter knocked down, attacked with claws, and run over like you’re nothing but roadkill so he can attack those coming to your rescue? No! This ends.”
We’re just outside the bunker. Cade, Clinton, and Dad secured Jared’s wolf inside and I’ve already shouted because my father, who is the most stand-up guy anyone could ever meet, hoofed Jared’s wolf in the side while he was unconscious, shouting at me that he wanted to put a bullet in his brain. I screamed at him to get the fuck away from my mate and I’ve never screamed at my dad in my life.
He stormed outside and he’s been pacing for the last few minutes. Everyone is giving him space.
I’m about to go back into the camper, but now Linc and Joel roll up in Linc’s Bronco, followed by Riley and Erica on Riley’s motorcycle.
“Hey,” Erica rushes to me, concern in her eyes.
I hug her.
“You okay?” she asks.
I laugh. But there are tears threatening.
And I’m pissed at myself for it because this notches Dad’s ranting up by a couple more degrees. Now he’s addressing Lincoln.
“What the fuck is gonna be done about this shit? This shit that’s on you, Fowler.” Dad is aggressively all up in Linc’s grill and Linc’s nostrils are flaring with anger.
Linc looks ready to get aggressive too, which is very concerning.
Two super alphas, regardless of the fact that one of them is twenty-five years older than the other, chest to chest like this is the last thing I need to deal with.
“Slow your roll there, Lorenzo. We’re on it,” Linc fires back. “I just shared a whack of information with him. He took it in stride, didn’t seem to react, but…” Linc looks at me. “I do take responsibility. We need to talk about a better plan, Sis. To make sure nothing happens to you.”
“Do better. That’s my daughter!”
Linc grinds his teeth.
“Lor, we’ll learn from this, yeah?” Joel puts in. “If we share further information that might be triggering, we’ll ensure he’s good before we leave.”
“He shouldn’t have any of us around at all,” Riley weighs in. “Especially unmated alphas. Whose idea was it for you to be on security detail, Cade?”
“That’s got nothing to do with it,” Joel argues. “This isn’t down to Cade being parked a mile away.”
“I was just here, and–” Linc starts to explain.
These guys are stressed out, that’s obvious. The council guys don’t typically get like this, but the nature of the situation seems to have everyone’s testosterone levels accelerating.
