Free Third Rank Penn Lake Wolves Book Three by Clare Atling Page B

Logan. ‘I last saw Greg not five minutes after you arrived. This
place is huge. We need to cover ground.’
    ‘I’m not splitting up, Logan.’
Brandon didn’t like the feeling his wolf was giving him. It was as if it knew
something was about to go down.
    ‘Fine. Come on then.’ They began
to run along a corridor, but soon came to a dead stop when they spotted Greg
and four other wolves sitting at a table in a large room that had, at one time,
been a meeting room.
    ‘Took your time.’ Greg stood up,
but didn’t make to walk towards them. Brandon couldn’t feel his emotions, which
meant he had well and truly left the pack. ‘Marcus was right. He said you would
come for the whore. I told him you wouldn’t give a fuck after you threw her off
the island, but hey? Guess the mating urge is strong, after all.’
    ‘What the fuck, Greg? What’s this
about?’ Seth pulled himself to full height and Brandon could tell he was ready
to fight if it came to it.
    ‘What’s this about?’ repeated
Greg sarcastically. ‘You fucking pricks couldn’t see past your precious family
and island, could you?’ Greg’s whole body was shaking with rage. Brandon had
never seen him so angry. ‘Marcus came to me a few years back, offering me to be
alpha of this pack when he takes his leave. He couldn’t trust Colt, so why the
fuck not?’
    ‘You don’t just get given the alpha
title,’ replied Seth. ‘It’s not won in some fucking prize.’ He began to walk
closer to Greg and the other wolves. They had now all stood up behind Greg. ‘It’s
something you’re born with,’ continued Seth. ‘Respect from your pack has to be
earned, not passed down.’
    ‘Right, and I lost my last bit of
respect for you when you tainted our wolf line with that human bitch’s blood.’
    ‘Careful, Greg,’ said Seth
quietly. ‘You were a good friend once, but you disrespect my mate again and we
will test those boundaries.’
    ‘You think I’m frightened of you?’
spat Greg. ‘You’re weak compared to Marcus. You will never beat him. We are
strong wolves, whereas you all let yourselves get led around by your dicks and
mated pretty much nothing but whores...’ It was Logan who launched first and
slammed his fist so hard into Greg's face that the sound of crunching bones filled
the air.
    ‘You ever, ever , talk
about my mate again and I’ll snap your neck. Are we clear?’ Logan hauled him up
and threw him back in the chair. ‘Now, one of you is going to tell me where we
can find Maggie. Any bullshit and we will kill you.’
    Greg leant over and spat blood on
the floor next to Logan's boot. He smiled up at Logan, looking like the cat who’d
got the cream.
    ‘She’s holed up with the precious
son, Colt. No telling what he’s doing to her. He is his father’s son, after
all. But then again, I bet Callie learnt a trick or two from her father to keep
you loyal.’
    ‘You fucking prick…’ Logan
launched again, but this time he changed into his wolf, his deep growl rumbling
off the bare walls. Greg sat back in his chair, looking suddenly very scared. Logan
was a big man, but as his wolf he was terrifying. Brandon needed to find Maggie
quickly if Greg was indeed telling the truth about her and Colt.
    ‘Where is she, Greg?’ he said. ‘Or
I promise I won’t hold him back from you.’ Brandon hoped Greg would see his
point and tell him what he needed to know. However, before Greg could answer,
one of the wolves standing behind Greg came out and stood before him. He looked
slightly beaten and very thin for a wolf. To Brandon he didn’t look much older
than fifteen.
    ‘She’s about ten doors down that
corridor,’ said the boy, inclining his head towards the corridor behind them. ‘I’ll
show you.’
    ‘You fucking idiot,’ shouted Greg.
‘Marcus is going to rip you apart.’
    ‘I don’t fucking care anymore,’
replied the young wolf. ‘This pack used to be my home, now it’s all poison. I
don’t want any part in all