Free Alpha Call by BA Tortuga Page B

was his girl Keep the bastard at bay just a few more
minutes. Jordan was coming from the other side.
    He crept out of the tree line, just far enough to see, and
what he saw made him see red. His Wendy was bleeding, one foreleg drawn up as
she exchanged another flurry of bites, protecting the little caged one.
    Jordan and Shaw would be proud, though. Their mate was
trying hard to get out of the cage, biting and crying and making a distraction
as well. Good girls. His pack.
    Jordan burst through the trees to the north, Sam to the
west. Time to show the fucker what they were made of. There was no way he could
take all four of them. No way. The male didn’t go for any of them, though, he
went for Wendy in a foaming fury, teeth flashing as she was pushed up against
the cage.
    Brett came in low, his jaws snapping against one back leg,
trying to hobble the big male as best he could. The bone didn’t snap, but he
could use the grip to yank the asshole away from his woman. Jordan went for the
throat while Sam took the belly. When the male spun, Wendy attacked, muzzle
burying itself in the fucker’s throat, right under Jordan.
    The thing shrieked, a sound that Brett had never heard
before, but kept fighting. Foam flew from its muzzle. Sam went flying and
Jordan snapped a foreleg just as Wendy bashed into the cage again. Brett roared
his fury, letting go of the back end to flip the bastard end over end away from
the cage. He was the fucking alpha here. The kill was his and he was forcing
his right.
    His packmates stood, giving him his space but Wendy tried
desperately to find her feet, screaming out as she tried to put weight on her
foreleg.
    He snarled at her, letting her know to stop distracting him.
She’d done more than her share. Then he spun, squaring up before the bastard
could attack from behind.
    The son of a bitch was crazy, hurting and bleeding and still
willing to face him. The wolf barked, claiming Wendy, as if he had the right.
    Brett channeled his rage into pure energy but he didn’t let
it make him careless. He howled, claiming everything in the territory. His male
pack members answered immediately.
    When Wendy’s voice answered, though, that was when he
attacked, defending his mate.
    She was backing him as alpha. His stubborn girl. He could
take on any jacked-up jerk after that.
    His teeth sank into bloody fur, closing with a click as his
jaw closed. His territory.
    The smell of the wolf was foul, his nostrils stinging with
the acrid scent. He tore as hard as he could, muscles rending under his bite.
Brett held on, shaking his head back and forth, determined to end this.
    He felt it when the wolf collapsed, when the last bit of
fight drained away.
    The urge to howl his triumph rose in his chest, but Brett
had to make sure. He had to assure the male would go. He raised his head,
staring at his mate, barking for her to come to him, bad leg and all. They
would do this together. It was the way of the pack.
    She snarled and snapped, limping over, teeth bared. The big
male stared at her as she got closer and Brett swore he could feel danger in
the air. The wounded wolf moved quickly—almost quickly enough to catch her, but
it was Brett who struck, finishing the fight with a single bite to the throat.
    When it was done, he tipped his nose up in the air, howling
once more, this time to let his pack know the threat was over.
    They were safe.
    Wendy stared at him, swaying, blood pooling beneath her.
    She was so brave, she broke his heart. He went to her,
licking her wounds, basically demanding she start healing.
    Jordan had shifted, was working the cage open with trembling
fingers. “Steph? Steph, baby, come on out.”
    He heard Stephanie whine but her mate would care for her.
Sam barked an all clear and he held Wendy up with one shoulder against her
body.
    There was a truck, at the base of the trail. He’d get
everyone there, get everyone home. Safe.
    There was a damn first-aid kit in there too. Everyone needed
to stop