A Wolf’s Deception (Novella) by Sherilee Gray Page A

When he tried to speak again, he realised why. His fangs were extended, long and sharp and on full display. No doubt his face had started to change as well.
    Fletch continued to watch him closely, a frown on his scarred face. ‘We’ll get her back, Gabe. I promise you that. No matter what you think, you’re pack and so is Tressa.’
    He nodded, unable to speak past the knot in his throat. He’d never liked asking for help, was used to going it alone, but he’d take whatever help he could to get Tressa and Sawyer back. He wasn’t stupid enough to think, rage and determination was enough against the entire Harlow pack.
    They drove for what felt like hours. Four SUVs and Gabe’s Nova, filled with Black Hills pack members. Not enough, not by a long shot, but a show of strength the Harlow alpha couldn’t ignore. No one stopped them when they entered the other pack’s land. They were expected.
    What would he find when he got there? If they’d been hurt…
    ‘Keep it together,’ Fletch said from the driver’s seat. He was driving Gabe’s car since he was in no fit mental state to get behind the wheel. ‘You can’t let them see how much you’re hurting. They can’t know this is more than a mother wanting her daughter back, not yet.’
    ‘I know, but…fuck.’ The arm rest snapped off in his hand and he looked down cursing.
    Fletch shook his head. ‘Who needs arm rests right?’ He glanced over at him. ‘Take a fucking deep breath. I know you’re going out of your mind right now, but we need to play this just right.’
    Fletch was right, Gabe knew it. But everything in him screamed to tear Lance’s throat out, stand over his twitching body while he bled out at his feet. ‘I’ll try.’
    They didn’t talk as they drove the last few miles. What was there left to say? This negotiation either worked or all holy hell broke loose. He spotted wolves running alongside them occasionally, darting in and out of the forest, making sure they knew they were being watched.
    They rounded a bend and the packs compound came into sight. It was similar to Black Hills, all roughhewn wood and logs to blend in with the forest surrounding them. There was a large building to the right he assumed was the main hall and meeting rooms. Plus a few other buildings he guessed were accommodation for their juvenile males and the alpha’s offices. Beyond that, smaller cabins were dotted around. The packs living quarters.
    Is that where they were holding Tressa?
    The door on the hall swung open and a large male stepped out. Lance. The bastard had an arrogant fucking smirk on his face. Knew he held all the cards. He was flanked by several other males. His eyes and ears while he was occupied with the alpha of an unwelcome pack.
    Gabe tried to slow his breathing, gain the control that continued to slip with each passing second. The entire drive over, he’d refused to think about what Tressa had told him, the reasons she’d run, what they’d do to his son if they discovered his mixed blood.
    If they’d hurt that little boy, harmed one hair on his head, there was nothing and nobody that could stop him from tearing this place apart. His first target would be the smug bastard standing on the stairs, waiting for them to approach. Self-important asshole.
    Gabe shoved the door open, but Fletch grabbed his arm before he could get out.
    ‘I want you to hang back, I can smell your hostility, my friend, and so will they. You won’t do your family or us any favours by fucking this up, yeah?’
    He was right. They both knew he was incapable of rational thought right then. He nodded his agreement and climbed out of the car, searching the surroundings, looking for a glimpse of them, any proof that they were okay, that they had arrived at this shit-hole in one piece.
    Nothing. Not a damn whiff.
    Fletch made his way to the other alpha. They exchanged a firm handshake then were ushered inside the hall. Lance sat at a small table and invited Fletch to do the