Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] by Vella Day Page B

the guard.
    Clay sauntered over with a
deviled egg in his hand. “There you are. Come meet some of my cohorts.”
    Both of her new friends
stood. “We’ll introduce you to our men, too.”
    As she followed Liz, she
spotted the large diamond ring on her finger. “I see congratulations are in
order.”
    Liz grinned and wiggled her
hand. “Yeah. I got the best two, but you both have fine men, too.”
    Elena wouldn’t trade hers for
anything. Hers? When had she started
thinking in terms of keeping them both?
    Clay held out his hand and
when their fingers touched, a tremor raced through her. This man did something
to her at a molecular level. Clay introduced her to about ten more Pack
members, but she had a hard time remembering their names. All were muscular, well-groomed , and somewhere between twenty-five and
thirty-five.
    She looked up at Clay. “Are
there any fat werewolves?” Mr. Couch only had a small pooch, but he was
significantly older.
    “Plenty, but we train to keep
in good shape to fight the Colters.”
    That made sense. Clay
introduced her to a few women who he said had shifter dads. More questions
bombarded her. “Can they shift, too?”
    “Don’t worry. Only men can
shift. These women only have a very slight difference in their DNA from you.”
    For the next two hours, she
stayed with either Dirk or Clay enjoying the Pack’s tales of heroism. She
suspected the more they drank, the more the tales became exaggerated.
    Trax’s phone rang and he had
to hold a hand over his ear. Eventually, he stepped down the hallway. He
returned, made a beeline to the music system, and shut it down.
    “Dirk, Brandon, Sam, Drake,
and Kurt. We have a job to do.”
    Her heart sank. The party had
been so much fun. She tugged on Clay’s arm. His jaw had tightened, and his
shoulders appeared stiffer than cement.
    “Do you know what’s going
on?”
    She doubted he could know as
only Trax received the call, but perhaps this happened often.
    “No. Let me find out.”
    At least he hadn’t been asked
to go. Perhaps Trax figured Clay needed to take care of her. The mood of the
partygoers turned dark as Trax gathered his team.
    Liz and Chelsea came up next
to her. “This sucks, huh?” Liz said.
    She studied both women. “You
seem to be used to this sort of thing.”
    Liz nodded. “Trax is one of
the group leaders, so he’s always getting the call. The general has his number
on speed dial.” She seemed more resigned than worried.
    Clay trotted back to her.
“Seems there’s been a tip about another human sale. The general gave the orders
to take them down.”
    Both Liz’s and Chelsea’s
brows furrowed. Elena’s stomach churned at the horror they might uncover. “None
of the men can die, right?”
    Chelsea placed a hand on her
shoulder. “Not unless the special bullet pierces their heart or enough poison
hits the bloodstream and they can’t get the antidote made in time.”
    Clay drew her near. “Let’s
not scare my mate to death.” He kissed her forehead. “Dirk can handle himself,
as can the other men.” He glanced from Chelsea back to her. “Kurt offered his
beach house to us tonight.”
    “A home on the beach sounds
wonderful.” The idea of being alone with Clay was appealing, but knowing her,
she’d be worried about Dirk the whole time.
    “It is.”
    Had Clay asked Kurt if they
could stay there for her safety? “Am I in danger?”
    “I hope not, but I don’t like
to take chances.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. Something seemed odd
about the offer, but questioning him would only elevate her anxiety. “Are we
going right now?” It was close to midnight.
    “As soon as we stop back at
the house to pack a few things.”
    She had no idea how far away
this house might be, but if it was on the west coast of Florida, the only
reason to leave now was because Clay knew more than he was saying.

 
    Chapter Nine
    Elena felt a little
embarrassed falling asleep in the car on the way to Kurt’s other