I sense Hunter’s smug thoughts bleeding into my own, but Paddy keeps a tight lip. He still hates me, even though I saved his life from a human slut a few weeks back.
The ungrateful wretch—I’ve seen him with that golden crucifix, and I didn’t care to tell the alpha either because, quite frankly, I don’t give a shit.
Yes, beta?Hunter replies, and I growl at his sarcastic tone.
Stay close, and protect Ylfa. They will tear her apart once we reach the woods. There are no rules against fighting once we reach the treeline. We pretty much have free rein. She pissed them off and they’ll get her back.
They’re both silent as we continue to race after our mate, and fuck, she’s fast. Chelsea and Annabel can barely keep up, but Tiff is hot on her trail.
At least she has someone. Declan is bumbling somewhere behind us, the fool. Why did we get stuck with him?
Patrick speaks at last.And you actuallycareabout what happens to her?
I growl.Don’t test me, Green.
He shuts his mental trap. I don’t care how popular he has become, I will tear him a new one.
We fall silent again. That’s until Hunter interjects.Even if we lose the game, we need to protect her. It’s not about which team reaches the finishing line. It’s about how we all work together. Our compatibility as a team... That’s the true obstacle.
He’s right, and I hate that. Why does he get to be so insightful? But that just means I have to work in ateamwith these two. The man whore and the dweeb.
Fantastic.
Patrick huffs.We don’t think so highly of you either,Beta.
Hunter cackles, which is like a wolfish chuckle.Don’t fret, Paddy. He’s just jealous that he doesn’t get to participate in the fun. All you need to do is ask,Beta.I’m sure Ylfa would be more than oblig—
I’m not prepared to cross swords anytime with you two dicks. Now stay focused, our mate is almost at the treeline.
They fall uncomfortably silent at my outburst, and it seems I hit a nerve. At least I shut them up.
Who said anything aboutswordcrossing?
I smirk at the sheepish tone in Hunter’s voice, and serves him right for messing with my head.
I don’t want to be a part of their threesome, or whatever it is they’re doing. I just want my mate, and to keep her safe from those vicious wolves.
Ylfa vanishes into the trees, and the three of us race ahead. An awful sound rents the air the moment we enter the forest.
My heart double beats.
Fuck.
She’s hurt.
We move as a single unit, and there we find her in a sparse clearing, surrounded by the Eastern and Southern packs.
The two puny males of the Southern Pack—well, puny compared to that big bitch Agatha—pin her to the ground. Her blood drips wetly from their lips, and a roar ruptures my throat.
I didn’t even know that my wolf could make that sound.
It appears the Eastern and Southern packs have ganged up on her, while the rest move ahead.
Reaching the finishing line won’t get you points in this round. Team work will.
Extra points for finding common ground with another pack too, and that is why the Eastern and Southern packs have converged on Ylfa.
They have a common interest, and that’s to eliminate their biggest competition