Page 20 of Fighting For The Pack

Every cell in my body urged me to attack Troy, but I forced myself to stay still. I needed to play this smart, or I risked not only Tavi and Bryn, but the rest of my wolves as well. I was weak, and I shouldn’t push things now with all of Troy’s wolves backing him up. Don’t let him get a rise out of you. Focus.

“It’s obvious that you want something,” I said. “So what is it?”

Troy gave an exaggerated pout, like a child disappointed that an adult wasn’t playing his stupid game. “I just want the chance to kill you, Night.”

I looked around and held out my arms. “There’s no better opportunity than right now, Redwolf. Why not settle this now?”

He tilted his head. “How like you, Night. Always pretending to be the big bad wolf, when the loss of a woman is enough to bring you to your knees.”

I remembered the day I’d rescued Bryn. I had knocked him flat on his ass and I’d very nearly killed him then. If I could go back, I would have taken the opportunity to end Troy’s life.

“Too scared that I’ll embarrass you in front of your men, Troy? In a fair, one-on-one fight?”

“Not at all, but you Wargs have a tendency of surviving no matter how often your betters try to squash you. You’re more like cockroaches than wolves.”

A few of my wolves growled low, but they quieted as I lowered my arms. “Doesn’t that say more about you, then? If you can’t take care of a few cockroaches, how could you be able to run a pack?”

His eye twitched. “You want your whores back, don’t you? If so, then you’ll fucking listen to me.”

Dom gnashed his teeth, digging his claws into the ground. He was about to take a step toward Troy, but I shot my hand out to stop him.

“You’re a coward and a piece of shit, Troy. The Kings are the dominant pack in the area, and still you let them suffer under your leadership. You’re even worse than your fuckhead of a father—” I paused, and then smirked. “Sorry, I guess I should say our fuckhead of a father.”

A ripple of shock and confusion spread through Troy’s men. His wolves glanced at each other, at Troy, and finally at me. They were putting together the puzzle pieces in real time.

Troy’s face turned puce. “Fuck you, Night!” he snarled, taking a step forward. “You’re nothing but a bastard, and your mother is a whore. I’m the only son of Gregor!”

I let Troy continue his tirade, the smirk still on my face. It had only taken a small push to get him to this state, to make him look like a fool in front of his own men.

“Fuck you,” he said again. “You think you’re the one in control here, but you’re not. I’m the one who’s got Bryn and your sister. If you want either of them to see the light of day again, then you’ll fight me in the ring in front of my pack, and you will lose.”

“Fuck that. I’ll fight you and win.”

“No. You didn’t let me finish.” He’d recovered from his tirade enough that he could sneer at me. “We’ll fight, but if you win, I’ll have my men kill both of them. If you lose, I vow to my men and yours now that I’ll let them go back to your pack”

“What?” I snapped. A similarly horrified ripple spread through my team. “That’s fucking ridic—”

“If you don’t agree to the challenge, I’ll give that she-wolf over to my men to be whored out and mated. I’ll have Bryn myself. She’ll do well keeping my bed warm.”

White-hot fury boiled through my body, and I knew Dom and the others felt the same. We all wanted to kill the fucker right then and there, but we still had no idea where Tavi and Bryn were. Troy said they were in a secure location; he probably kept close contact with the men guarding them. If we killed him now, it was possible his men had orders to kill them. I couldn’t risk that.

“Night, you can’t!” That was Dom, but I heard the thoughts of others who were against this as well.

I didn’t answer them. What Troy was suggesting was the very definition of cowardly and sick, but what other choice did I have?

“Show me proof that they’re still alive,” I said.

“Doesn’t your weakness prove that she’s still around?”

I growled, my teeth sharpening. “Show me. Now.”

Troy gave me that shit-eating smirk. He reached into his pocket. My wolves and I tensed…until Troy revealed a smartphone. He called someone and put them on speaker.

“Alpha Redwolf,” a male voice answered.

“Show me.” Troy waited a few seconds and then showed me the screen.

I stepped closer, my heart beating hard in my chest. The video showed Bryn and Tavi lying next to each other on the ground. They were unconscious and covered in injuries, their clothes were in tatters, and their hair was knotted with dirt and blood. They looked like they’d barely survived hell. The sight of them made me sick to my stomach, but they were alive.

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