‘I got punched. I’ve been through worse,’ said Erika.
Our pack might not be as huge as Remy’s, said Dante, but it’s one thing that his is not: respected. The fact that we’re also strongly allied with the Mercury wolves—a pack that’s equally respected—makes us people that most shifters hesitate to fuck with.Makenna rubbed the back of her neck. You’re right in what you say, and having some enforcers around here can only be a good thing. But if your pack is seen to be helping us, someone could guess that you’re the ones hiding those that need sanctuary.
Not if we tell them how Remy’s just trying to sic people on the shelter to make it easier for him to claim this territory. Trick shrugged. It’s not the complete truth, but it’s not a lie. I doubt they like him much anyway, since he’s constantly taking over packs and increasing the size of his territory. Shifters won’t like that because it can make him a threat.Ryan wondered if Remy had considered that if he were seen as too powerful, there would be shifters who would unite to take him out. That would be a really good day.Minutes later, Jaime, Dante, Zac, and the loners exited through the side door of the building and headed to the Chevy. While Dawn and Makenna briefed the remaining residents on Remy’s actions, Ryan, Dominic, and Trick did a thorough patrol of the shelter’s territory. Satisfied that no strangers were lingering around the border, they headed back to the building.
Dawn was waiting near the children’s playground, rubbing her hands together anxiously. Did you find anything? Ryan shook his head, and she let out a sigh of relief. We told the residents what happened. They’re understandably worried, but none of them wish to leave. In fact, many of them expressed their intentions to defend the shelter if any trouble came. Ryan, you’ll find Makenna in the basement, taking note of the supplies.Giving Dawn a nod, he walked inside the building and tracked his mate to the basement, where he found her checking off boxes on a clipboard.
She flashed him a smile. Hey. Any signs of intruders?
No. He closed the distance between them. We’re alone now.Come on, she whispered. Move it, Spencer.
Her lip began to bleed as she dug her teeth into it, trying to keep from crying out in pain each time she dropped down and overextended her hurt shoulder. Gripping the beam she’d been sitting on, as if she were on the monkey bars, she stretched her toes out and felt a tremor of panic deep in her gut as they barely scraped the beam below.Too far. Her arms strained under her weight as she looked to her right, her left, trying to judge how far she’d have to shift and scoot over to reach the nearest vertical support and slide down it. No—she wasn’t going to make it, not with her shoulder on fire and her entire body shaking.
Not going to make it. She looked down again, this time to the ground below, the slant of the street, and tried not to picture what she’d look like lying there in a broken heap of gauzy white fabric and blood. If she could drop softly enough, she might be able to balance, catch herself—A sudden movement at the window in front of her snapped her attention forward again. A bemused face stared at her through the glass. She blinked rapidly, her breath locked inside of her throat. The window creaked open, out toward her.