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The morning turned to afternoon and as late afternoon arrived, he caught the sound of another shifter being drug towards the cage. His attention moved to the boy, his eyes narrowing at the stench coming from him, but also the tiny lift of his head. Most of the wolves were drugged when they were tossed in here, unable to move from the wolfsbane, but this boy clearly wasn’t unconscious despite appearances.
Landon had to admit he was slightly impressed. Sure some of the others they’d drug into the cage were out after a beating, but he hadn’t seen any of them fake being unconscious. He wanted to be able to tell the kid to run, get out of there, get help, but despite being the son of the alpha regent, other packs couldn’t link to him—or he to them—unlike with Thatcher and Alan.
The boy’s head lowered back down to the ground before the two caught onto him, and his wolf huffed angrily when they shoved him into the cage. He landed on his back and their captors shut the gate quickly, trapping him in the space just as the rest of them were.
He began to lower his head back when something strange happened. The boy let out a small shout of pain but no wolf appeared. It had him more on alert, drawing Thatcher and Alan’s attention as well, as the two wolves he knew were communicating, moved forward. The larger moved up to the boy, before settling in front of him, blocking him from sight if their captors turned back their way.
Thatcher and Alan sat up further as he stood, watching the boy get up, moving towards the latch keeping the gate shut. They were on their feet with him as the boy challenged the others to take the pain the gate shot through them when they neared, or stay behind like cowards. He moved to the front, taking the worst of the energy away from the rest of the group, breaking through as soon as the door opened.
He glanced back, seeing the boy hurry out of it, the black wolf following him towards the edge of the area as the men inside the building raced out. His attention stayed on the fight until the group dwindled, sending him searching for the filth they’d followed, and Landon moved swiftly seeing him heading to the woods.
The man was no match for his strength and he drug him back to the clearing, letting Thatcher and Alan tie him up as his wounds forced him to shift back to human form to attempt to heal them. They weren’t life threatening but they’d certainly hurt like hell which made him smirk inwardly.
His attention moved to the other side of the clearing, seeing the boy hop out of a tree. The black wolf shifted and Landon’s brow lifted a hint when the man gave the boy a full-on hug. He’d heard of two male shifters being mates before, but he’d never actually known any couples. Then again, he wasn’t entirely certain the boy was fully shifter. He smelled like one but he hadn’t shifted in the cage, making him wonder if the boy couldn’t, didn’t have enough of a bloodline to shift.
That had to be it. Their captors wouldn’t have known the boy…
Landon’s breath stuck in his chest as the cap the boy wore came off while the man hugged him…her, he amended. His jaw tightened in pure unknown anger. It filled his entire being, pulling a growl from him before he shifted.
The man twirled the girl and his senses were overtaken by shifter stench, but underneath it was the sweetest, tastiest treat he’d ever encountered—his mate. His wolf demanded they remove the hands from her body, the male in her presence and his feet moved before his brain could stop him. He jerked the man away from her, slamming him in the gut, and not even being knocked in return bothered him.
The only thing his wolf could focus on was the beauty hidden beneath the dirt on her face and the stench of other men on her. Her scent was pure female—human female, and he’d never smelt anything so good.
He landed a hit to the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the ground, but before he could reach his woman, something slammed into him, sending him down to his knee. His attention was still on his woman as the sound of running feet surrounded him and he let out a warning shout, daring anyone to touch him—touch his mate, keep him from her.
She was his. She belonged to him. He would fight them all to claim her. He’d kill any of them that’d touched her—especially if she hadn’t wanted it. He’d known of a pack or two that kept human women around, used them solely for human pleasure, not caring their wolves hated it. It disgusted him, his wolf, to think their mate was used like that. It was as bad as what the snatchers had done with the girls they’d taken, only they had all been shifters, wanting to create more shifters. Boys for numbers in an army and the girls for their nefarious shit.
No one moved for several moments letting him get up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other man begin to move. His mate however got there first, stepping between him and the bastard that had his hands on her. He reached out to her, his hand tangling in her hair, wanting more than anything to kiss her, claim her, but the scents on her was sending his wolf blind with anger.
“Mine,” he growled out before tossing her onto his shoulder, marching towards the building ahead of them. He kicked some of the bodies in his way aside, not caring if they were dead or just unconscious.
Thatcher’s eyes widened as he came out of the building with their packs, Alan following with several more. They moved aside quickly, and he headed into the building, smelling the water dripping from a faucet somewhere.
“No one gets in here,” he told his men, letting them grab up the remaining bags in the room before slamming the door shut and locking it. His mate began to shift on his shoulder and he gave her ass a smack, stopping her from wiggling off it.
“Hey!” she shouted giving his back a hard thwack with her little fist. “Put me down! You can’t just…”
He pulled her off his shoulder, one hand behind her head, not about to let her hit it on anything as he put her onto her feet, staring at her. His jaw ticked as the scents covered hers, and he let her go for a moment to grasp the shirt she wore, tearing it down the middle before shoving it and the overshirt to the ground.
“Stop it!” she yelled as his hands reached for the black top that held more male stench. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
His hands stopped, lifting her face to his, holding her gaze. The little shiver that raced through her told him she felt it, despite her words.
“You’re mine,” he grunted out, his wolf shouting to shut up and claim her. Mark her for everyone to see, to know if they touched her, they’d die.
“What?” she gasped, her body trembling further as he slid his fingers over the spot where he’d mark her as his.
“Mine, my mate,” he added, pulling her against him entirely. The shudders running through him made him want to take her to the floor, show her only he could truly please her, but each move she made, brought more of the male stench up.
He couldn’t stop himself. He needed them off her.
His hands lifted up, his nails turning to claws when the black top didn’t tear at first. His nail sliced through it easily, letting him rip it before his fingers were unzipping the bra that kept her from him.
“No!” she shouted, jerking back from him as his chest brushed against hers, feeling her nipples tighten into little buds, making his skin burn with heat, need.
She reached down, grabbing something and his brow lifted, a hint of a smirk settling onto his lips seeing the knife she held. Even the glitter of what was clearly wolfsbane on the blade didn’t frighten him.
“Get away from me before I scream loud enough, they’ll all come in here,” she threatened, her voice wavering a hint.
