Just a Taste of Me [Wolf Creek Pack 2] by Stormy Glenn

anything I can get either of you?”
    “No, thank you, Reece, we’re fine. Douglas and I were just talking over pack history. Unlike you or me,” Devlin said, “Douglas was born into this pack. He’s a fountain of information. Did you know that this pack used to have over three hundred members?”
    “Uh, no,” Reece said, his forehead scrunching together in confusion. Three hundred members? That was a huge pack. They only had around thirty members now. Where had the rest of them gone?
    “Yeah, Douglas was telling me all about it. It’s really quite interesting,” Devlin replied, giving Reece a peculiar look. Reece could hear the unspoken message in Devlin’s words.
    “Great. I’d love to hear about that too, Douglas. I think it is very important for an alpha to know all about the pack history. Maybe we can discuss it after our little talk?”
    “I would be honored, Alpha,” Douglas replied, sitting up straighter in his chair, a pleased grin on his face.
    Reece turned away before rolling his eyes. What a dumb ass! He wondered if all the members of his pack were as stupid as Douglas or if it was just him. Taking over this pack three months ago was beginning to look like one of the stupidest things he had ever done.
    If he had known all the crap that came along with being an alpha, he would have stayed an enforcer. Instead, he had to go off half-cocked and challenge an alpha for beating up a complete stranger. He really had to stop sticking his nose in other people’s business.
    Of course, if he had done that to begin with, he might not have met Keeley. And Keeley made all of the crap he was going through now worth it. He was worth everything, which was funny considering how hard he had fought being with Keeley in the beginning.
    It had taken a little more than a week for the entire course of his life to change, even how he perceived what being a man was. Keeley wore sexy clothes, colorful nail polish, and eyeliner, but he was the most masculine man Reece had ever met. He didn’t know how he could have ever thought otherwise.
    Just the thought of his little mate had him picking up his steps as he hurried to the kitchen. “Baby?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen and found it empty. “Keeley?”
    Suddenly a deep feeling of dread overtook Reece. He raced around the kitchen opening cabinets and looking under counters trying to find Keeley. He even looked under the table. When he didn’t find him there, he began looking in the other rooms.
    Opening the laundry room door, Reece let out a low cry as he spotted Keeley lying on his side in a pool of blood. He ran in and dropped to his knees beside him, his hands shaking as he reached for him.
    “Keeley? Baby?” Reece whispered, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. There was so much blood. It was everywhere and Keeley seemed to be covered in it. He was afraid to touch Keeley, afraid to find out if he was alive or dead. He just didn’t see how anyone could be alive with so much blood loss, assuming all of the blood was Keeley’s.
    Hearing a small groan, Reece let out the breath he had been holding and leaned down close to Keeley’s head. He gently rolled him onto his back, his eyes going to his face. “Keeley? Can you hear me, baby?”
    Reece ran his eyes down Keeley’s body trying to access his injuries. He had several deep cuts and scratches, some bruises, and a few abrasions, but there didn’t seem to be a wound that would produce so much blood. “Baby, you have to tell me where you’re hurt,” he whispered softly.
    Running hands over his head and down his neck, Reece was shocked to see two deep puncture wounds in Keeley’s neck. He instantly sat up and sniffed the air around them, only then detecting the scent he had been too busy to smell when he had run into the room.
    Bloodsucker! Keeley had been bitten by a bloodsucker. But that didn’t explain all of the blood. Unless they tore out a person’s throat, the bite from a bloodsucker