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

home wouldn’t have gotten you free.” Cecil pointed out.
    “Okay, funny man, let’s get out of here.” Lewis was relieved to see Oliver with them. Jackson hadn’t gotten his paws on him.
    “This way.” Blair waved them on, all running toward the paved road. An SUV sat running on the soft shoulder.
    “Just how did you manage to find me, and where are the warriors?”
    “Kyoshi sniffed you out. We ran before…oh, shit.” Cecil ran behind Lewis as truck after truck slammed their brakes on the road.
    Seemed the driveway had emptied out and was now sitting in front of them.
    “Get in, now!” Maverick yelled at them, the rescue party scrambling to obey.
    “You okay?” Evan asked as he pulled Lewis into his arms.
    “Good. I’m good.” Lewis was thrown a little off by the way Evan clung to him. No one had ever felt that way about him.
    Lewis watched as Maverick leaned into the vehicle, his face filled with rage. “If I see one fucking toe come out of this truck, I don’t care who you’re mated to, you don’t even want to know what I’ll do.” Maverick slammed the door closed and took a deep breath, turning his attention toward Lewis.
    “What are we looking at?” Maverick asked the detective.
    “Jackson is there, and he has about ten other wolves with him.
    Kyoshi and I knocked two of them out and tied them up.” Storm growled. It seemed Kyoshi’s mate wasn’t too pleased to hear the tiger risked his life.
    “He did an excellent job.” Lewis found himself defending the tiger.
    “Mates don’t fight. We do.” Storm’s voice was coldly disapproving.

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    “Whatever. Anyway, they are northwest of here, about a mile. If we…”
    “There is no we . You go join the other mates.” Evan pulled on Lewis’s arm, trying to drag him over to the truck.
    “Hold the hell up. I’m not going anywhere,” Lewis snarled in Evan’s face, yanking his arm from his mate’s grasp.
    “Yes, you are. Now.” Evan shot his arm out, pointing at the vehicle holding the shorter mates, his eyes demanding Lewis do as he said.
    “If you think for one damn second—”
    “Stop,” Maverick commanded. “We don’t have time for this.” The Alpha turned to Evan, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. “Learn how to communicate with your mate. Stop ordering him around, and try talking to him.” Next, he turned to Lewis. “They are wolves. As much as I respect your strength, you are no match for them, so please protect the others while we deal with this.” Lewis frowned. He didn’t like being relegated to the you-can’t-be-a-part-of-this truck, but Maverick had a point. He glared at Evan, hating to concede. “That wouldn’t have been so hard to say, now would it?”
    Evan threw his hands up in the air, looking totally exasperated.
    “Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.” Maverick rolled his eyes as the other warriors chuckled. “Let’s move, men.”
    Lewis huffed as he climbed into the driver’s seat, watching the men strip and shift. Damn, but that was an eyeful. His cock hardened just looking at all that naked flesh. Although he only wanted one of them, a guy could drool. He wasn’t dead, after all.
    George slapped him in the arm. “Stop staring at Tank’s side of beef.”
    Lewis started laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. “How the hell do you handle all of that?”

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    “A secret I ain’t sharing with ya, young grasshopper.” George smiled.
    “Hey, no funny,” Keata piped up from the back.
    “Quiet back there. You men are in enough trouble.” Lewis turned back around, watching for the warriors. An hour later they came running out of the forest, shifting and dressing. George held his hand up in front of Lewis’s eyes.
    Lewis chuckled at the cowboy as Maverick approached the driver’s window. Lewis rolled it down.
    “We took care of most of his followers, but Jackson got away.
    We’ll be on the lookout for him now. Stay close.” Maverick and the other wolves