Free Pack Hunter by Crissy Smith

their way to her dad’s office.
    “God, I wanna look so bad,” Cecil confessed.
    Sara giggled. “Me too.”
    It was hard to resist. She was so damn curious to see if the men were still there, if she could pick Clint out of the crowd.
    They made it into the sheriff’s office and when she stepped inside, she could see that it was packed.
    The deputies seemed harassed and had their hands full with several people yelling about their rights. Her dad stepped through the crowd and motioned them forward.
    She ducked between people and they rushed into his office.
    “Pieces of shit,” he muttered, slamming the door closed.
    Sara swallowed back her laugh. It took a lot to get her father to go off, but when he did it was always astounding.
    “We’ve wasted an entire day arresting these idiots for one petty crime or another. Did you know they knocked down old lady Carmen when she tried to chase them off her property with a broom?”
    “Damn it,” Sara cursed. Anna Carmen was the oldest resident in town at ninety-three years old. She was a spirited woman and Sara loved her. “Is she okay?”
    He grinned. “Takes more than that to keep her down. Boy, was she pissed, though.”
    Sara could only imagine. “I’ll call and check on her tonight.”
    He nodded. “Kurt called and updated me. Do you think you’ll be okay at home?”
    “Yeah, Clint was going to have someone watching the house.”
    He looked surprised then nodded. “He’s a good guy. Really good guy,” he said.
    Sara smiled. “Yeah,” she agreed.
    “Well…” He cleared his throat. “Let’s get you two home, then.”
    They followed him out of his office, through the side door and into his truck. They stayed quiet during the drive. Her dad darted looks to the rearview mirror every few seconds.
    He pulled up in front of the house. “Stay in here while I check everything out,” he ordered.
    “But, Dad…” she started to argue but one look and she closed her mouth. She knew that look.
    He climbed out of the truck, slammed the door, then walked up the porch to the front door then used the spare key he carried to enter.
    He was only gone about five minutes or so, but it seemed much longer. Her hand was on the door handle just in case.
    She relaxed when he came back out onto the porch and waved at them.
    Both Sara and Cecil climbed out of the truck so they could hurry inside.
    “Lock the door,” her dad ordered.
    “Yes, Dad.”
    He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Love you. Keep your phone with you at all times.”
    “Love you too,” she told him.
    Once he had started down the steps, she closed and bolted the door.
    She turned around to Cecil, who was standing in the hall. “Movies and popcorn?”
    Cecil grinned. “I pick the first one!”

Chapter Eight
    The six men split up after Sara had left the sheriff’s office with her dad. Clint expected at least one group to follow her, but while he followed three men around town, Kurt called him and informed him that the other group was hanging around the woods by the compound.
    Clint’s group contained their contact Colt and two other young men. They walked behind the protesters, hung around the park and basically didn’t do a whole hell of a lot.
    He had called Sara and checked in with her. All was fine there. The Alphas had had no problem sending one of the guards to watch her place, so that made him feel better.
    But he was bored.
    Not that he was looking forward to any trouble, but he wished they would get on with whatever the plan was. He would much rather spend his time getting to know Sara than stalking a bunch of humans.
    He was leaning back against one of the alley walls, keeping his eye on the men, when he saw Tony and Austin walking around in the park.
    Colt stiffened when he spotted the two men.
    Tony and Austin were in jeans and T-shirts, heads down, blending into the crowd. Clint wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but he didn’t like it.
    Tony was one of the most public faces the