Page 33 of Bronx

He was meeting an informant who had infiltrated the rebellion inside the Idaho Pack, hoping to gain valuable information to protect his pack and loved ones.

As Bronx reached the designated meeting spot within Yellowstone Park, he shifted back into his human form, his muscles rippling beneath taut skin. Moments later, a gray wolf trotted up, its fur blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. With another crackle of bone and sinew, the wolf shifted into a man, his eyes wary.

“Bronx,” the man greeted, his voice strained with the information he carried.

“Good to see you, Hudson,” Bronx replied, his tone serious. “What news do you have?”

Bronx studied Hudson’s face as they stood in the clearing, both naked and unbothered by their exposed human forms. He imagined he could see the relief in the young shifter’s expression at the death of the last two Idaho Pack alphas, who had been cruel and violent. It was clear that the last thing Hudson wanted was for the rebellion to succeed.

An unsettling chill swirled through Bronx as he stared into Hudson’s eyes. The moonlit shadows cast eerie patterns on the forest floor, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in every corner.

“I’ve heard something you need to know,” Hudson spoke quietly but urgently. “The rebels have learned about the full-moon mating ceremony, and they’re planning to take out all the highest-ranking pack members during it.”

A wave of horror washed over Bronx. The mating ceremony was sacred, a time to celebrate love and unity within the pack. The thought of it being desecrated by violence made his blood boil with rage, even as fear tightened its grip on him.

“Are you certain?” Bronx asked, his voice tense and low.

“Absolutely,” Hudson replied, conviction underscoring his words. “I overheard them discussing it when they didn’t think anyone was listening.”

Bronx admired the young wolf shifter’s courage in infiltrating the rebels. It was a risky endeavor but one that could save countless lives.

“Listen,” Hudson continued, his eyes shining with resolve. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to help defend our pack when the time comes. Just let me know what you need.”

“Your help is invaluable,” Bronx said. “Keep gathering information and stay safe. If you learn anything more, find a way to let me know.”

“Understood.” Hudson nodded, his expression solemn.

Bronx stared at Hudson. Anxiety radiated from the young wolf shifter, and Bronx knew that time was of the essence.

“Can I call you directly if I learn something new?” Hudson asked, his voice strained. “It’d be easier than trying to get away unnoticed.”

Bronx shook his head. “No, it’s better not to leave a trail for anyone who gets suspicious of you to follow.” He needed to protect Hudson just as much as the rest of his pack.

“All right,” Hudson conceded, nodding slightly. “What should I do, then?”

“Call the Moonstone Café,” Bronx instructed. “Speak to or leave a message for Nick. He’ll give me all the details.”

Hudson’s face relaxed a fraction, relief flickering in his eyes. “Okay. I can do that.”

“Stay safe, Hudson,” Bronx said, his gaze unwavering. “We’re counting on you.”

As the moon began to set, casting eerie shadows across the forest floor, Bronx thought of Cora. Her laughter, her kindness, the way she made him feel alive. He wanted nothing more than to protect her and their pack, but the looming threat made that seem almost impossible.

With each passing moment, Bronx’s resolve hardened. He would not let fear take control. He would fight for Cora, for their love, for the future they deserved together. And as darkness began to envelop the world around him, he knew that the true battle was only just beginning.

Bronx watched as Hudson’s body contorted, his bones cracking and reshaping into the form of a gray wolf.

As Hudson disappeared back into the darkness, Bronx struggled to contain the torrent of emotions surging through him. He felt like a cornered animal, desperate to protect those he loved but uncertain how to proceed. Time seemed to be running out, and with each passing moment, the stakes grew ever higher.

Cora’s face materialized in his mind, her gentle smile soothing his frayed nerves. He longed to be with her, to hold her close and reassure her that everything would be all right. But deep down, he knew their world was teetering on the brink of chaos, and to shield her from the truth would only place her in greater danger.

Fear hounded him relentlessly, fueled by the knowledge that they were facing an enemy who would stop at nothing to destroy them.

With a growl, Bronx shifted back into his wolf form and darted through the forest, every powerful stride taking him closer to the eye of the coming storm. The wind brushed against his fur, whispering secrets and warnings he could not yet decipher. His instincts told him the battle was far from over, and he needed to prepare for the fight of his life.

In the face of imminent danger, Bronx clung to one unwavering truth: he would protect Cora, Samuel, and his pack, no matter the cost.

The wind carried the scents of Yellowstone Park—the scents of home—as Bronx raced back toward Moonstone, his wolf form agile and powerful. His mind churned with thoughts of the impending attack on their pack. But amid the fear, there was also Cora—her bright smile, the way even the memory of her touch made his cock harden, the way she looked at him.

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