Hunting the Hunter (Second in Lone Wolf series)

Chapter Thirty-Four

　

Ella and the pack stalked toward the retreating wolves. The vampire inside of her roared to life. This was what she had always loved.

Seeing men cowering. Hearing their blood rush through their veins, pulsing and pounding with every terrified beat of their thundering hearts.

Their fate was sealed. No amount of cowering or running would save them now. They had harmed the pack. They had dared come into Grange's territory.

Brendon had told Ella that Grange was extremely defensive of his territory and a quick glance at the tense alpha told her that Brendon had known what he was talking about.

A babies cries filled the air and Dawn broke away from the pack and ran into the cabin to see to Creed. Farrah had retreated to the porch and Brie was standing over Maggie, the black wolf pup still unconscious on the dirt.

Suddenly the four wolves turned and ran. Trig laughed.

"Can't let them do that now, can we?" he asked and Grange let out a growl and then chased after them, shifting as he ran. The pack followed suit. Ella realized that Brendon stayed behind but she did not.

She had never been able to resist a good hunt.

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Brendon watched Ella run off into the woods with the pack and shook his head with amusement. She was fitting right in it would seem.

Brendon hadn't wanted to leave the cabin. While he was fairly certain, judging from the scent in the air, that those were the only wolves here, he had wanted to stay behind just in case there were any more sneaking around.

Farrah shifted on the porch and Brendon heard her sharp intake of breath. He looked up at her, trying to keep his gaze off of her body. She had a perfect body which of course was part of her deadliness. Designed by nature, cat's were graceful, sleek, beautiful and the moment a man was lured close enough they turned into sharp-clawed, killing machines.

"Are you okay?" Brendon asked.

Sweat slicked Farrah's brow and her face was pale. "Yes. It's just my arm." Brendon looked at her arm and winced at the sight of the bone jutting through her torn flesh.

"Come inside with me, Farrah." Dawn urged quickly as she stepped to the cabin door with Creed held tight, (and safe much to Brendon's relief), in her arms. "I'll see what I can do for you."

With Farrah, Dawn and Creed safely within the cabin, Brendon turned his attention to Brie. She had shifted back and her body was covered in bites, cuts and blood. Bruises were already forming, dark and angry, against her pale skin.

He went to her, took off his new duster coat, which he had bought in a town a few days before, and placed it around her shoulders.

"What happened to her?" he asked, tipping his head to Maggie.

Brie sniffed and Brendon realized she was crying. He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels uncomfortably. Dealing with tears wasn't his strong point and he and Brie had never said much to one another. She had always seemed too gentle, soft, nurturing and.... Well, weak. The old Brendon didn't have time to waste on her. But he wasn't that Brendon anymore.

He crouched down and put a gentle hand on her back. "It's okay, Brie. It's over now."

"She must have woken up and she seen what was happening. I'd worked so hard to teach her to hold back the shift but the sights and the scents must have been too much."

Brendon looked down at the pup. She breathing deeply, her tiny chest rising and falling with the movement.

"She's okay, Brie, just got knocked out is all." he assured the terrified mother. "More than I can say for that wolf you had a hold of." he added, attempting to lighten the mood.