what you did. Just ask my enemies. What’s your name?”
He realized he’d not asked her that in all the time he’d had her captive. Again, he didn’t give two shits, but maybe that would be the key as to why she seemed familiar.
“Carly McCartney.”
The McCartney’s betrayal still stung. He wondered if she was related to them and what the connection to the Iron Wolves were. “How old Carly?”
“Twenty-one. There, happy now?”
When he and Xan had been fourteen they’d been wild as two young wolves, but he knew he hadn’t fathered any young, and neither had Xan. He breathed a sigh of relief. Breezy was only six years older than the girl, so there couldn’t be a connection there.
Whatever the reason he recognized the girl, he assumed it was due to the elderly couple who’d betrayed them. He wouldn’t make any excuses, nor apologize.
“How many men, women, children, wolf or non are in your, whatever you call yourselves?” He paced away from her.
“Why? So you can decimate us? We are stronger than you. We have an army of humans willing to eliminate the trash.” She jerked as if she believed he was what she called him, crying out as the silver hit her flesh again.
He was done being Mr. Nice Guy. “You want to know who is trash?” He allowed himself to partially shift. His nails turning into claws, his face morphing into that of a wolf with huge teeth. Only a true alpha could become the larger being he became, shifting only parts of his body that he allowed. The muscles in his chest and arms bulging as he stalked to her. “Has your alpha ever explained about the big bad wolf who eats its enemies? Right now I’m hungry, and I can guarantee,” he stopped in front of her, his hands resting on the silver ignoring the pain and inhaled. “I can smell everyone who has ever come in contact with you. It would take me some time, but I could track them without a problem. When I do, I will rip their heads off, maybe I’ll play with them for a while before I kill them. Do you know how many in my pack can do what I can? More than a handful. So you think your pack is more powerful than mine? Think again.”
“This isn’t possible.” She tried to shrink away.
He chuckled. “Do you think you’re hallucinating?” He snapped his wolven jaws in front of her, letting her feel his hot breath an inch from her face. “Tell me everything you know right fucking now, or I’m done playing with you. I was being nice before, but I’m done. Feel me?”
Her whimper and fear filled him with victory. It was good to be alpha. He listened as she outlined the almost commune type world she’d grown up in. The look of her neutral clothing he’d thought was due to her trying to slip in and out undetected, now held a different meaning. Her severe braid which had come loose during her struggle, made him blink. He realized she was as much a prisoner of her upbringing as any that had been brainwashed.
“Fuck!” He cursed, a feeling almost like guilt had him turning away abruptly. Laikyn stood in the doorway. Her eyes met his, and he was taken back to a night a couple years ago when he felt his world crumble beneath him.
“Can I tend to her wounds?” She nodded in the direction behind him.
Kellen shook his head. “Not alone. I don’t trust her. She’s been trained to kill without remorse.”
Laikyn licked her perfect bow shaped lips. “There’s a couple guys out here, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t allow her to leave the building.”
She thought he didn’t care if the she bitch killed her. He’d allowed her to think that. He growled, but Laikyn didn’t flinch. Not like most other wolves would have. “I’ll have Aaryn come in with you. He will protect you and make sure she is not a threat.”
Without another word, he turned on his heel, and pinned Carly with a glare. “You try anything stupid, and I will gut you. They’ll find your insides on the side of the road, and your head will be hanging on my
He realized he’d not asked her that in all the time he’d had her captive. Again, he didn’t give two shits, but maybe that would be the key as to why she seemed familiar.
“Carly McCartney.”
The McCartney’s betrayal still stung. He wondered if she was related to them and what the connection to the Iron Wolves were. “How old Carly?”
“Twenty-one. There, happy now?”
When he and Xan had been fourteen they’d been wild as two young wolves, but he knew he hadn’t fathered any young, and neither had Xan. He breathed a sigh of relief. Breezy was only six years older than the girl, so there couldn’t be a connection there.
Whatever the reason he recognized the girl, he assumed it was due to the elderly couple who’d betrayed them. He wouldn’t make any excuses, nor apologize.
“How many men, women, children, wolf or non are in your, whatever you call yourselves?” He paced away from her.
“Why? So you can decimate us? We are stronger than you. We have an army of humans willing to eliminate the trash.” She jerked as if she believed he was what she called him, crying out as the silver hit her flesh again.
He was done being Mr. Nice Guy. “You want to know who is trash?” He allowed himself to partially shift. His nails turning into claws, his face morphing into that of a wolf with huge teeth. Only a true alpha could become the larger being he became, shifting only parts of his body that he allowed. The muscles in his chest and arms bulging as he stalked to her. “Has your alpha ever explained about the big bad wolf who eats its enemies? Right now I’m hungry, and I can guarantee,” he stopped in front of her, his hands resting on the silver ignoring the pain and inhaled. “I can smell everyone who has ever come in contact with you. It would take me some time, but I could track them without a problem. When I do, I will rip their heads off, maybe I’ll play with them for a while before I kill them. Do you know how many in my pack can do what I can? More than a handful. So you think your pack is more powerful than mine? Think again.”
“This isn’t possible.” She tried to shrink away.
He chuckled. “Do you think you’re hallucinating?” He snapped his wolven jaws in front of her, letting her feel his hot breath an inch from her face. “Tell me everything you know right fucking now, or I’m done playing with you. I was being nice before, but I’m done. Feel me?”
Her whimper and fear filled him with victory. It was good to be alpha. He listened as she outlined the almost commune type world she’d grown up in. The look of her neutral clothing he’d thought was due to her trying to slip in and out undetected, now held a different meaning. Her severe braid which had come loose during her struggle, made him blink. He realized she was as much a prisoner of her upbringing as any that had been brainwashed.
“Fuck!” He cursed, a feeling almost like guilt had him turning away abruptly. Laikyn stood in the doorway. Her eyes met his, and he was taken back to a night a couple years ago when he felt his world crumble beneath him.
“Can I tend to her wounds?” She nodded in the direction behind him.
Kellen shook his head. “Not alone. I don’t trust her. She’s been trained to kill without remorse.”
Laikyn licked her perfect bow shaped lips. “There’s a couple guys out here, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t allow her to leave the building.”
She thought he didn’t care if the she bitch killed her. He’d allowed her to think that. He growled, but Laikyn didn’t flinch. Not like most other wolves would have. “I’ll have Aaryn come in with you. He will protect you and make sure she is not a threat.”
Without another word, he turned on his heel, and pinned Carly with a glare. “You try anything stupid, and I will gut you. They’ll find your insides on the side of the road, and your head will be hanging on my
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