“Are those wolf howls?”
“Yes. Run! I’ll draw them away.”
“What?”
He roared at her. “Do it.”
Gaby flinched and did as bid.
He shifted and headed toward the forest.
She ran toward the road. The snarling pack chased after Kane. Her heart broke. I can’t just leave him to die. Never had she felt so helpless. If they caught her and found out about her charm, they’d kill her. In tears, she scrambled toward the road. If he had a mate, Gaby hoped she would protect Kane, Prince Steele.
Gaby twisted to look back then slammed into a woman. Relief on seeing a person soon turned into dread. A wolf aura hung about her. “You…you…are...”
“Shh. Time for you to take a nice nap.”
“What?” The petite woman stuck a needle in her neck. Gaby gasped and stumbled into her arms. Then blackness.
Kane twisted as he heard Gaby speak by the road. They got her. He ran with the pack of four wolves in hot pursuit. A big black wolf with glowing blue eyes leapt over him. They rolled and the black wolf quickly gripped Kane’s throat with dagger-like fangs. One squeeze would puncture his carotid. Kane growled and spoke in wolf. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”
The big black wolf with a Russian accent, commanded him, “Shift Commander Steele.”
Did he just call him commander? He shifted to human form. The Russian werewolf did as well. The big man stared down at him and grinned. “Don’t be ashamed, no other werewolf has ever bested me in wrestling.” He reached for Kane’s arm and lifted him.
Kane scowled. “Who or rather what the fuck are you?”
“I’m Lev Volkov.” He chuckled. “Chernobyl Werewolf.”
“Can’t say we’ve met.”
“We are comrades. Team Greywolf.”
He didn’t give a shit. “You have me so order your men to let the woman go.”
A petite brunette appeared. “Don’t worry, she’s not hurt.”
He glared at the woman. “Let her go.”
“It’s me, Cricket.”
He met her eyes to compel her.
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
An alpha white wolf snarled at him. Blood lust in his eyes.
Lev gently shook her. “Snap out of it, Cricket.”
The white wolf shifted. If not for the big Russian werewolf, blocking him, he would have struck. “Compel my mate again, and I’ll kick your ass.”
Cricket shook her head as if dazed and turned to the alpha. “Slade, calm down.”
Lev, a giant of a man, smirked. “How could you have forgotten Cricket? I must also remind you of pack rules. No one is allowed to alpha mind control lower ranks with a few exceptions.”
She smelled familiar. He tapped his head. “My amnesia has robbed me of knowing the rules.” Are they responsible for my mind wipe? He locked eyes with the one called Slade.
Cricket smirked. “Let’s board and dress. I am overwhelmed by the sausage fest.”