The Taking

Chapter 30

[Greyson]

Remington shot out from the trees with his gun pointing directly at my head. His eyes pierced at me like a demon possessed; straining red and eager to see me buried six feet beneath the dirt.

"Such a feeble weakling. How can you be the next Alpha when you can't even lay a tiny finger on me?" He laughed, while jumping from tree to tree like a monkey on steroids. It was hard to believe this man was around Gran's age. His appearance looked nearly my dad's age, but more gray hairs on the side of his head.

I focused on quickly devising a plan that would catch him, but he moved way too fast for my liking and I couldn't keep track of his movements to calculate his next move. Judging by how well he maneuvered through the terrain,  Remington had clear knowledge of the layout of our land. It was obvious that he planned this operation for a long time, because he was literally running backwards.

He chuckled at my frustration. "You're out of my league, kid." He jumped once again, this time doing a backward somersault in midair and landing gracefully on another branch.

It was like he planted those trees himself.

From my left side, I could sense Leo trailing us in his wolf form. He remained shadowed in the trees, but I was sure Remington could sense him too.

Vincent flanked the other end of the lake where Remington was heading. Our plan was to corner Remington and attack him. The plan isn't foolproof but for now it's the best we could come up with only a three-man team.

Where is my dad when I need him?

My paws padded the dirt as my claws marked the surface. I was running on foot, but in order to avoid Remington's aim I had to run in zigzags and hide behind stumps.

"What is this...pinball?" He chuckled. "I feel like I'm playing with children!"

Just a few more yards and he will be within our trap. Ignoring all his comments to provoke me, I kept running and dodging any bullets he sends my way. Eventually his firing stopped; he had little ammo left, but he didn't show it.

"Why are we persisting with this stupid game of cat and mouse? Shouldn't you be looking for your precious mate? For all we know she could already be dead!" He snickered.

I desperately tried to ignore him, although my anger was in the brink of exploding. He was trying to cloud my focus.

"I thought it was pathetic that she kept screaming for your name and you never came."

The last thread of caution broke and I threw it to the wind, pouncing at him. Pleased with himself, Remington grinned before increasing his pace. He made a sharp right turn heading a different path from the direction Vincent was waiting.

From behind Leo barked informing me that he was lagging behind. Remington was running a pace that almost matched up to an Alpha's--almost.

I was running right next to him and my eyes never left his. We dodged trees like experts and jumped over bushes like hurdles.

Remington laughed as if enjoying himself. "You're a stubborn pup, aren't you? Just like my granddaughter. She fought until I tied her up and tossed her into the lake. She maybe blood, but I wasn't going to risk my bloodline mixing with vermin DNA like yours."

He was lying. This was just one of his attempts to piss me off.

My face must have reflected my thoughts because he smirked.

"Don't believe me? Why do you think you can't sense her when she is so very close?"

Something within me twisted like brands of iron and I could taste blood in my mouth. Remington grinned seeing my murderous reaction.