Lewis's Dream [Brac Pack 10] by Lynn Hagen

guess.” Lewis reached over, tugging on Keata’s tail as it swished back and forth. “It’s funny. I can honestly say now I pulled a tiger by its tail.”
    Keata yowled over at Lewis, batting at his own tail. He rolled off of Cody’s lap, wrestling with it.

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    Both men laughed as they watched Keata try to best it, but his tail seemed to outwit him. “Anymore magical creatures I should be aware of?”
    “Nah, just dogs and cats. Well, there are you humans.” Cody chuckled as Lewis flipped him off.
    Keata batted at Lewis’s finger, chewing lightly on it.
    “Come on, mate. Let’s leave the human alone.” Cody stood, Keata following close behind him.
    “Some strange shit,” Lewis mumbled as he made his way downstairs. Just as he closed the refrigerator door, he noticed movement outside. He hit the light switch to darken the kitchen then grabbed a large knife from the block, grasping the handle, the blade parallel to his arm.
    He wished he had his gun, but going back upstairs meant he would lose sight of the intruder. The shadow crept closer. Lewis made out a shape but then the shadow broke apart and became two men creeping closer to the back door. Were they that stupid to try and break into a house full of wolves?
    Pressing his back against the wall next to the door, Lewis waited.
    When the handle finally turned, he swung the knife at the first to breach the threshold. He made contact and heard a grunt. Apparently, they didn’t want to alert anyone to their presence.
    The second man grabbed Lewis’s arm, and the injured man shoved a rag into Lewis’s mouth as he struggled to free himself, but the suckers were strong. Tape secured the rag as they dragged him from the house, hauling him through the back yard. Lewis could hear wolves fighting in the distance. They must have used a diversion tactic so these two men could get past the Sentries.
    He found himself shoved into a waiting vehicle and his head shoved down on the seat.
    “Keep him down. I don’t want anyone to spot him,” the driver grumbled as he pulled away. Lewis stayed motionless, listening to Lewis’s Dream
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    their conversation. He knew at this point that fighting was futile anyway. There was no way he was getting away, not like this at least.
    “He won’t be happy. He wanted the little girl,” the passenger riding shotgun said as he twisted around and peered down at Lewis.
    “It’s still a mate, good for a bargaining chip,” the thug in the back seat argued. “He’ll be satisfied.”
    They must be talking about that dethroned leader, Jackson. Lewis wasn’t going to allow himself to be used as a trade for Oliver. He had to bide his time and think of a way to escape.
    The car finally came to a stop after about twenty minutes, which told Lewis they weren’t in the town limits.
    “Get him out, take him into the barn.” Lewis was pulled from the backseat. His feet began to hurt as they led him over gravel then into a large barn. After a moment his eyes adjusted, and he saw that more men stood around watching as he was brought in.
    “She looks to have grown and sprouted muscles,” a large man said, his voice heavy with sarcasm as Lewis was shoved into a chair.
    “We couldn’t get the girl. This mate was in the kitchen. He stabbed Keeves,” the driver informed the ominous figure standing over Lewis.
    “Too bad for him. Go shift and heal yourself.” The scumbag waved off Keeves as if he were an insignificant bug.
    And he used to be an Alpha? No wonder he was challenged. He was heartless, Lewis thought as his hands were tied behind his back.
    If this was indeed Jackson standing over him. Even Lewis felt for the guy he stabbed. It was twisted, but he did.
    “So, you’re the detective that took out one of my men? From my understanding, he didn’t tell Maverick anything.” The wolf Lewis assumed was Jackson squatted down in front of him. “I wonder whose mate you are? I know you won’t tell me, so it’s no use asking.