Slade (Team Greywolf 1)
Not deep enough. Oops. My bad.
He glared. “Kill you.”
Catch me if you can, ass. She ran, knowing at any moment his pack would pounce on her. Unless Nik returned to help.
Henrik stopped, cocked his head, and then suddenly ran in the opposite direction.
What was that all about?
A death yelp strangled her heart. No! She shuffled back to Slade. Not caring if Henrik waited. He didn’t.
Slade stood over Wolfstrom’s lifeless body, growling at him. The evil alpha’s throat and guts, raked out.
She smiled. “Safe to say, he’s dead.”
Slade’s blood-soaked white coat worried her. He shifted to human form. Bites, slashes and bruises riddled his body.
Cricket didn’t care, she ran and hugged him. “Oh, Slade, my love.” Oops, love, was not the appropriate word, but it’s what her heart blurted out.
He grabbed her face with his bloodied hands. “Abella, I thought I lost you.” He kissed her gently and then fiercely as if claiming her as his.
She moaned in pleasure, despite the fact, their passion was short lived. The wolves’ howls grew closer.
Cricket stiffened.
Slade let go, still in the rapture of romance after killing his enemy. “What’s wrong?”
“Wolves. At least twenty.”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “This time, we stay together.”
She sniffed to determine how many alphas. “Yes, but…wait.”
“What?”
“I recognize their smell. It’s Rylee and Team Greywolf.” She nearly fainted from exhaustion, but Slade caught her.
Slade lifted her in his arms. “Our boss?”
Rylee and her pack rushed in. Their alpha boss shifted and commanded the team, “Clean up the garbage.”
Nik shifted and smirked. “I told you they’d be together.”
Rylee smiled at Slade. “I’m happy you took my orders to keep Cricket alive seriously.”
“Very seriously, ma’am,” assured Slade.
Boss lady rarely left headquarters. “Rylee, I had no idea you would be here.”
“What? And miss out on all the doomsday fun?” Her brows furrowed, and she sniffed. “Cricket, you’re injured.” She turned to Dr. Becker who had just parked his vehicle and stepped out. “Medic!”
“I’m good.”
“No, you are not,” said Slade.
“You don’t look so good yourself,” noted Rylee. “Dr. Becker, take care of them.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said the human doctor.