Free Heaven's Hell [Brac Pack 13] by Lynn Hagen Page B

where you need to go from there,” Tryck stated.

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    “I don’t remember where I am supposed to go.”
    “Why not?” Tryck asked.
    “I can’t remember anything.”

    * * * *
    Murdock cleared the woods and crossed onto the paved road, his nails clicking on the black tarred surface as he snapped and snarled.
    He stalked with a predator’s instinct toward the man holding his mate tenderly.
    Three men sat on motorcycles. His eyes darted between all three, sizing them up and calculating how to kill the man holding Heaven without harming his mate.
    “Just what I don’t fucking need right now,” the one with a bandana on his head snapped.
    Murdock didn’t care what the man needed right now. It had taken him two weeks to track his mate here. Two long and worry-filled weeks, and these men were about to be in the fight of their lives if they thought they were riding away with his Heaven.
    “I think he’s rogue,” the one holding his mate commented.
    Not rogue, but hungry to have his mate in his arms and willing to kill the angel of darkness to get him back. He leapt with a power beyond restraint at the first man stupid enough to approach him.
    “No!” The man with the bandana on his head shot off his bike, the motorcycle hitting the ground as the man jumped into the fray and wrestled with Murdock to get him off of the first man.
    Murdock could feel punches to his side and neck, but nothing was going to stop him from tearing the throat out of the man under him.
    “We saved him, you damn idiot,” the man under him yelled. “If it’s the pup you’re trying to protect, then we saved him.”
    “We’re shifters too,” the bandana wearer growled as he pulled Murdock back by his ears. Fuck, if that didn’t hurt.

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    “Stop!” Heaven screamed. Murdock stilled, watching his mate leave the other man’s protective arms as he approached the fight.
    “Why do I feel like I know you?”
    A steel knife sliced through Murdock’s heart at those words. He stumbled sideways as his lungs threatened to stop receiving oxygen.
    His mate stared at him like he was a total stranger.
    Murdock shifted. “Heaven.” He swallowed past the thickness that wanted to suffocate him. “Don’t you know who I am?” Heaven wrapped his arms over his chest and shook his head, apology in his eyes.
    Murdock spotted stitches on his mate’s abdomen. His knees buckled as he collapsed to his knees. “What happened to you?” He pointed to his mate’s stomach.
    Heaven’s hands covered the incision in a protective manner. “I don’t know.”
    “How do you know him?” the bandana man asked.
    “He’s my mate,” Murdock snapped over his shoulder then turned back to his Heaven. “Come here, please.” He had to hold him.
    Murdock stood and held out his arms. The sight of the incision took his sanity and left him standing there numb.
    Heaven didn’t hesitate. He walked over to Murdock and whimpered. Even if his baby couldn’t remember him, the pull of mates was strong. Heaven had to feel it. Murdock pulled Heaven in his arms as the emotions he held back for weeks broke free. He inhaled his mate’s scent. “It’s M&M, baby,” Murdock said. He was desperate for Heaven to remember him. Murdock was desperate for recognition to dawn in his mate’s eyes.
    Murdock’s heart had died the day Heaven was taken from him, but now it began to beat once again at the feel of his mate safely returned to his arms.
    “Can you have a touching moment later? Dexter’s laboratory won’t take long to figure out Heaven’s gone, and I’m not in favor of a cage or needles.”

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    “Who are you?” Murdock asked. This guy was irritating as hell, but if they truly saved Heaven, then he owed them a debt for life.
    “I’m Tryck Santiago.” The guy didn’t extend his hand. He said it as though Murdock should have known.
    “Why didn’t you shift when I attacked?” Tryck snorted. “And ruin my leather? Not