Chance Fur Hire (Bears Fur Hire 6) by T. S. Joyce Page B

Yet.”
    “Yet,” Link said, angling back a step as he gripped his hands onto his waist. “Yet! Are you fucking kidding me right now? You do realize what she is, right? Because I refuse to believe you are this naïve.”
    “You don’t know her.”
    “I know she’s a fucking Hell Hunter. I know she’s the daughter of Emanuel fucking Vega, who tried to murder Dalton and burn Kate alive, and if you think he was going to stop there, you’re wrong. Her father was going to hunt us, hang and burn us, pair by pair. I have a kid, Chance. Do you get that? Fina is barely walking, completely unable to defend herself without the protection of the pack, and you’re fucking a Hell Hunter, the very people trained to kill us.”
    “I know, but Link, she isn’t like her dad.”
    Link scoffed and jogged down the stairs.
    “Are we done?” Chance asked, confused.
    “No!” Link picked up a huge trap off the ground below and shook it, the metal chain clinking with the movement. “She’s hunting us still! Does this look familiar, Chance? It should. She’s got an entire pile of these exact traps sitting by that mountain of ashes over there.”
    “What’s he saying?” Emily asked from behind Chance.
    He cast a glance over his shoulder. She was wearing jeans and a black tank top, no bra. It was too cold for her to be out here in that. Chance dragged his gaze to the trap in Link’s hand, then back to her. “He’s saying you’re still hunting us.”
    Em looked genuinely confused. “No, I’m not.”
    With an irritated sigh, Chance climbed down the stairs. Em followed closely behind. Pretty brave for a human because Link was on a warpath and looked like a freaking demon right now.
    “Can I see that?” Chance asked, holding out his hand.
    Link dropped it in the mud and shoved it toward Chance with the toe of his boot. Sure enough, it looked just like her traps by the burn pile.
    “How did you even know we were here?”
    Link gestured grandly to his green Bronco. Milling in front of it was the rest of the pack—Dalton, Kate, Nicole, and in her arms, little Fina. “I called a pack meeting, only I couldn’t reach you.”
    “I spilled,” Kate said in a hoarse, guilty-as-hell voice. “I’m a terrible liar, and Link is scary right now.”
    “What the hell, Kate?” Chance asked.
    “Oh, it’s her fault for spilling secrets, Chance? There shouldn’t have been any secrets in the first place! We’re a pack. What does that mean to you? No, don’t even fucking answer that right now. I’ll tell you what it means to me. It means we protect each other and don’t hide shit, especially secrets that could burn our entire pack to the ground!”
    “I was going to bring her to you tomorrow morning before I left for Silver Summit. I’ve already asked her to meet with my pack so you can get to know her. Her , not who you assume she is.”
    Link dragged his furious, glowing gaze to Emily. “Is this your trap? No lies. I can hear them.”
    Emily frowned down at the sprung contraption at Chance’s feet. The porch light reflected off the sharp, metal teeth. “Yes,” she murmured. “Where did you find it?”
    “Are you fucking kidding me?”
    “Link,” Nicole admonished from behind.
    With a growl, Link said, “It was on my land. My mate almost stepped in it when we were taking Fina for a walk tonight. Silly me, I thought the threat of Hell Hunters died with Emanuel Vega.”
    “Oh, my gosh, are you okay?” Em asked Nicole.
    “Don’t talk to her!”
    “I didn’t set this! I haven’t set any traps on your land. Chance and I just sprung all of mine today so there would be no accidents. I wasn’t hunting you. Not yet. I was working on Chance.” Emily winced. “Shit. That sounded bad.”
    “No, it sounded just right, except the part about you trapping on my land.”
    “I. Didn’t. Set. That. Trap. I’ve never been on your land.”
    Link took a couple steps back, white eyes locked on Em’s.
    “Truth,” Chance added