?d felt something low in his abdomen as well, a force that had reached for Mary. Maybe she’d experienced something similar. But as her climax soared, the sensation dissipated. The part of him exhibiting fae traits had actually sensed that the bond had tried to form, but couldn’t.
The good news was that he’d felt anything at all. In the past, ever since Sharon died, his experiences with potential alpha-mates hadn’t yielded the smallest bonding sensation.
He took a quick shower to clean up and when he returned to the bedroom, Mary was sitting on the side of the bed her gaze fixed to the floor. She looked shocked out.
Oh, God, had he been too rough with her?
“Mary, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She looked up at him and shook her head. “I’m fine. It was wonderful. It’s just that I’m feeling as though something terrible has happened in Savage. Fergus, we need to get over there right away. Your pack is being hurt.”
He drew close to her and instinctively put a hand on her shoulder. But as he made the connection, his back arched painfully. The same sensations pummeling Mary now afflicted him.
He felt pain.
Fear.
His people racing around wildly.
His mind became fixed on the outdoor communal area of the Gordion Compound. He felt the presence of several bodies and a lot of blood. He recognized one of his betas, now dead.
Jesus. What had Sydon done?
He stood up. “I have to call Warren and find out what happened. I’ll let you know as soon as I reach him. Go ahead and shower, get dressed. Okay?”
She nodded, but tears were in her eyes.
He felt it as well, that some tragedy had happened. His throat was tight as he hurried to the guest bedroom.
Once there, he retrieved the phone Warren had given him to use, then called his fellow alpha. “What’s going on with my pack?”
“How did you know?”
“It’s hard to explain. Mary, as a fae, felt something and I did as well. Please, tell me what’s happened.”
“I just talked to Ryan. You have a young female wolf named Elena, new to your pack since she’s only been an alter wolf for a few months, right?”
“Yes. Elena.” She had dark brown hair, which she wore straight and cropped at her chin. The process of coming to Savage had been especially traumatic for her, since she’d lost the rest of her family through some tainted alter serum. She was a sweet girl still in high school. The women of his pack had worked hard to help her feel like they were her new family.
Fergus could feel what had happened to Elena at the same moment Warren spoke the words. “Sydon’s rogue wolves raped her, then were forcing her into a van with a lot of other women destined for the Naked Wolf on Savage Strip where they’d be put to work for the night.
“Elena started battling the nearest rogue wolf. Apparently, she got hold of a knife from his belt sheath. But instead of attacking him, she cut her own throat. She bled out before anyone could save her.
“Some of your male wolves went insane and started attacking the rogue wolves. But Sydon had already stripped them of their weapons. Only his rogues were armed. Fergus, you’ve got ten dead, eleven including Elena.”
Fergus dropped into the nearby chair and shaded his eyes with his free hand. Life in Savage was difficult at best. Wolf tempers ran on the fiery side and too many wolves lost their lives through hotheadedness.
Knowing Sydon’s new policies had driven his wolves to madness strengthened his need to get back to Savage.
Warren continued, “Fergus, there’s something else you should know. Though Sydon stopped the revolt almost as soon as it started, he’s used it as an excuse to imprison your most powerful wolves, Harley and Ryan included.”
“Fuck.” They were both alphas-in-training who Fergus relied on.
“You’ve got to get over here. You can stay in my compound as long as you need to and I’ll support your effort to get rid of this interloper. We’ll do whatever it takes. Shit, if Sydon gets the cartels entrenched behind him, we’ll have the devil of a time in the territory. I fear we’ll end up with a war among all fifteen packs.”
He knew what Warren meant, how a small portion of strife in one part of Savage could build easily into a full-scale nightmare. Mary was right to be concerned about an association with Savage. His land was a perpetual hot, dry wind headed for an already burning forest fire.
“Warren, listen to me. I’ve got a situation here, and I need you to go with the flow if you can. Mary is coming with me. I don’t know why, but the pack won’t survive without her. It’s just something I’m sensing right now. Can you live with that?”