the slamming of their car doors and the roar of the engine. They peeled away in a hurry.
Good. No witnesses.
They ’ re mine , the wolf said, raising his lip and showing his sharp canines.
I don ’ t think so , Dylan replied. Your game is over .
He wished he had his gun. Fighting a wolf was new to him. But he felt powerful.
He could handle this.
The wolf lunged for him, teeth bared. Dylan braced for the attack and sidestepped him, then jumped, biting down on the back of his neck. Instinct roared to life and the battle was fierce. He drew blood, tasted it flowing into his mouth, feeling it increase the surging need for battle inside him. He wanted more. He wanted death, to tear this creature apart.
Chantal entered the fray, snapping at the wolf’s hindquarters, pulling him off balance. The wolf turned on Chantal and bit her. She yelped.
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Goddammit! Dylan lunged at him, and at the same time Noah showed up, jumping into the battle, leaping onto the back of the wolf.
Outnumbered, the wolf went down and Dylan grabbed him by the throat. Without hesitation, he bit down and ended the wolf’s life.
Instinct. Part of him couldn’t believe he’d made a kill, but the wolf side of him knew there was no other choice.
He returned to human form, as did Chantal and Noah.
So did the wolf.
Obviously, it wasn’t Lance as they’d suspected.
It was Joe, the waiter from The Joint.
“Holy shit,” Chantal said.
“We need to get out of here and fast,” Noah said. “Lance has probably already called the police. I’ll get the car. Get your clothes and get dressed.” Dylan nodded. As they hurried to get their clothes, Dylan grabbed Chantal’s arm.
There was a bite mark there and it was bleeding. He reached for her wrist.
She smiled. “I’m fine. It’s already healing. Werewolves have amazing recuperative powers, remember?”
“You shouldn’t have jumped in the middle of that. You could have been seriously hurt.”
She frowned. “I can take care of myself, Dylan. And you’re welcome.” She stalked ahead of him, obviously irritated.
Well, damn. He had a lot to learn about this werewolf thing. And about Chantal.
She had no fear. She’d taken up position and had his back like a seasoned agent.
Or like his mate would do.
His mate. His woman.
God, he wanted her. Needed her. In a few days she’d become ingrained, a part of him.
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She was saucy, annoying, opinionated and hardheaded. And beautiful, sexy, intelligent, warm-hearted…the kind of woman he’d been looking for his entire life.
He was in love with her.
He couldn’t let her go.
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Chapter Eight
“Joe took frequent breaks from his job at The Joint. Not long enough that anyone grew suspicious. He claimed to have family obligations and trips to take. But the NCA has placed him at the scene of every murder,” Dylan said. “And his death has been pinned on another series of wolf attacks, which will now cease completely without explanation. It’s the best we can do under the circumstances.”
“At least he’s been killed and the wolf murders will stop,” Lamont said, nodding his head. “This is good for all the packs involved.”
“Did you ever figure out who the woman informant was?” Noah asked.
“No. It could have been a false lead, but I doubt it. My guess is someone knew about Joe. Maybe a girlfriend or something. Either way, we never heard from her again so he either found out she was going to inform on him and took care of her or she was too scared and decided not to come forward.”
“Well, it’s over now,” Maia said. “That’s the important thing.”
“And everyone can go back to their lives,” Chantal added, though she was looking at Dylan when she said it.
“I’m out of here. I’ve got business to take care of somewhere else.” Noah stood and wrapped his arms around his sister. “Walk me out?” She nodded.
He said his goodbyes to Lamont, Maia and
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