Page 20 of Claimed By the Feral Wolf

“I’m a wolf.”

The man gasped. “Oh, Jesus. Listen, mister, all I wanted was answers.”

Jacob stood with his hands on his hips. He was glad he was able to calmly talk to the man before he killed him because he had a lot of questions. “Yes, tell me why you needed to beat and then try to kidnap my mate?”

“I can’t find my sons. She was the last person they were with.”

“You mean the men that chased her in the forest, and when I found them, one was beating on her while the other stood back laughing?”

“Yes. They get a little rough sometimes, but they didn’t mean any harm.”

“You’re a fucking idiot to think any of us believe you. We know they were going to r-rape…”—he stopped and gritted his teeth before he went on—”her, and then eventually kill her.”

“Now, wait! Walter yelled.

Jacob took a step toward the man. “I don’t have to be a wolf to know you’re a fucking liar, and I imagine your boys would have dragged her back so you could have her, too.”

“Listen…”

“No. I’m not listening to another lie. All I want to know is, have there been other women you’ve done this to? And remember, I can smell a lie.”

“Well, I’m not sure…”

Jacob pointed to Hunter. “That’s the sheriff. If you tell us everything and where the bodies are buried, he’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

Hope brightened the man’s eyes. “I’m trying to remember.”

“There have been so many you lost count?” Jacob asked with gritted teeth.

“No, no. That’s not it. I’m an old man, and I’m forgetful.”

Jacob bit his tongue and waited.

“Four or five.”

Jacob looked at the sheriff and saw fury in the man’s eyes, but he did a good job of hiding it.

“I want names,” Jacob said.

“I don’t know them off the top of my head, but I have a license or some kind of identification for each of them at home in the top drawer of my dresser, and I can get them for you.”

“Where are the women buried?” Jacob asked.

“Behind my gas station.”

Jacob looked at the sheriff and Alpha and asked, “Is there anything else you want to know?”

Both men shook their heads.

Jacob turned back to the man. “Now you have to pay the price of touching my mate.”

The man held an arm out. “Wait, I thought the sheriff was going to help me?”

He heard Hunter snort behind him and then say, “Oh, right. Don’t have too much fun mauling him. Your mate needs you,” Hunter said.

“Oh, by the way, your bastard sons are in hell where they should be.”

“How do you know that?” Walter asked.

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