Free Claiming His Mate by M. Limoges Page A

could see death in the Alpha’s eyes, and he knew, he finally understood, he hadn’t been old enough to do this; he hadn’t been ready.
    Magnum Tao was evil, and Colt could count his own death among the many the man had been responsible for.
    Gee roared, his aggressive bellow resounding off the rafters of the barn. Colt couldn’t figure out Ryker’s roar, and he certainly had no idea what Gee’s noises meant. Had he ever seen Gee shift before? He vaguely remembered some incident when he was a child where Gee had shifted in front of the whole pack, but other than that, he had never personally witnessed Gee in his Bear form before.
    What a funny last image to have….
    He looked at the Bear. “Please make sure she’s fine. This is my fault. I didn’t understand. But I need her to be fine. Please.”
    The Bear roared again, this time swiping forward with his giant claw and catching Colt on the head. The world spun, becoming black, before he hit the ground. At least he wouldn’t have to feel Magnum killing him. Maybe that made him cowardly, but there wasn’t anything he could do.
     
    ***
     
    Colt came to slowly. He raised his head and looked around. The sound of cars whirling by caught his attention, and he realized he leaned against some brick building he’d never seen before.
    He sniffed the air. Everything smelled different, stale, metallic, burning his tongue. Colt darted to his feet. Where the hell was he? He’d only left Los Lobos once to go to a neighboring town with his father to buy some building materials. He’d certainly never seen anything similar to his current location except on television.
    People passed him on the street without looking at him. They were all human .
    How had he gotten wherever he was? The last thing he remembered was challenging his uncle, seeing Tasha so hurt, Gee as a bear….
    Colt grabbed the arm of an older man who passed by. With gray hair and a thick belly, Colt felt he could take him, if need be, in a fight. “Sir, can you tell me where I am?”
    The man laughed, pulling his arm free from Colt’s grasp. “How much did you drink last night, kid?”
    “Drink?” Oh, the man meant alcohol. Humans sometimes overindulged. He knew that. From television. “Yeah. A lot.” What else should he say?
    The guy patted him on the shoulder. “You’re in Reno, son. Get some sleep.”
    Reno? That didn’t help much. Colt needed to get to a map. Reno was where? Colt put his hands in his pockets. Sometimes he left money in there accidentally. If he had enough to find a bus, then he could get home and see if Tasha was okay. Somehow, he had to make sure she forgave him. She was a nice, kind Wolf. Why had she darted between him and Magnum? What had she been thinking?
    Tears threatened to plunge from his eyes, and he pushed them away. Dominant males didn’t cry. He felt his pocket and pulled out a wad of money. For a second, he stared, dumbfounded, at the loot. Where the hell had he gotten so much? He’d never had any money in his life. He’d acquired five hundred dollars?
    On top of the stash was a note he had to read twice.
     
    Don’t return unless Magnum is dead.
    —Gee.
     
    Colt took a deep breath, but couldn’t steady his hands. He was banished. Sent away. Dropped, he would bet, by Gee in some place called Reno. What was he supposed to do? How would he live here?
    He raised his eyes to look around. Tasha was hurt, and he’d never find out how badly. If she lived or died would remain a mystery. Maybe forever. And all because he had stood against Magnum. He never should have been the one the responsibility fell to. Drew, his cousin, had abandoned ship and left no one to take the reins.
    The whole pack was doomed.
    He clenched his jaw and forced his mind to concentrate. Someday he’d return, and then he’d be ready; he’d find a way to undo what had happened. For all of them.