Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
I can’t help but laugh; they look like they could play all day long.
The rush is off because my brother is still being punted around among the six wolves and there are a whole lot of spectators out here now, including all of the Silver Hills pack, some of which are getting back into their clothes. Many are laughing.
Grey asks, “What’s the story here, Blossom?” He’s referring to the gun.
“I knew it was in there, saw the butt of it sticking out of my brother’s leather jacket when I ran in to use the bathroom. He told me yesterday he had special bullets in it that’d kill every one of the council. Aphra coated them in something. They will take him out, right, Aph?”
Aphra is beside me. “I didn’t know what they were being made for, but yeah.”
Grey whistles to get the attention of his council co-alphas and we walk over there.
They’re surrounding my brother, who stands in the middle, eyeballing the gun in Grey’s hand. He looks worried. Good.
“May I?” I ask.
My mate looks at me quizzically. I hold my hand out and he gives me the gun.
“More poetry,” I say to Grey, whose eyes twinkle.
Wyatt is glaring at me, shaking his head with disgust.
I speak loudly, “All this began when he forced me to use a gun. He hates that I’m a better shot than he is. Has hated it his whole miserable life. Hates that I have a stronger nose, too, don’t you, Wyatt? We’re all done with you. Either you come out from there and let us get on with the voting process to decide whether you go to the SCC to stand trial or the pack decides to end your miserable life tonight. Come out or I’ll shoot and you know I’m a good shot. You know you don’t stand a chance.”
Looking panicked, Wyatt starts running over top of the brown wolf, then Tyson’s wolf, trying to get away. Instead of the shifters going after him, they back up, giving me a direct path and perfect line of sight. I hold the gun out and get my brother lined up. He looks over his shoulder as he’s running and I aim for his head and flex my finger, pulling the trigger. What looks like glass shatters around Wyatt, disintegrating instead of landing, and he trips and falls before he scrambles, trying to run again.
I’m about to shoot again knowing this one will hit him, but suddenly there are at least ten wolf shifters chasing after him. And now more of the pack are shifting, joining in.
I see not far ahead that several of the pack are on him. And now Wyatt is screaming and bloody as several of them bite and snap. There are so many I don’t recognize them all, but I do recognize some. Addy. Eloise. Jennifer. Misty. Caroline. Walter. Malachi. Patsy. Warren. Floyd. Larry.
A strong, warm arm wraps around me to give me comfort, but I give my mate a quick kiss and begin to shed my clothes, saying, “I need to be part of that.”
“Go,” Grey urges. “But hey?”
I stop.
He caresses my mate mark and says, “I’m so fucking proud of you, wife.”
He swats my butt after I drop my clothes, shift to wolf shape, and embrace everything about my nature to join the rest of the Silver Hills pack (who will soon become the Moonshine Springs pack).
We say a rather primal version of goodbye to our old alpha before we pee on his remains.
Epilogue
Grey
“Finally,” she sighs and falls backwards onto the bed.
I toss the wet towel from around my waist in the direction of the laundry hamper and say, “Lose the towel, wife.”
She smiles, showing me that pretty dimple. I have a feeling I’m gonna get to see it much more often.
“Gladly. That shower was missing something vitally important.”
“What’s that?” I inquire.
“Hanky panky. It was a functional shower. Necessary, especially after the past forty-eight hours we’ve spent, but not nearly as fun as usual. If you’re too tired, I can do all the work for a change and you can be the one to just lie here.”
I drop beside her on the bed. “Yeah, maybe.”
She rolls onto me, her mane of dark, wet, wavy hair lashing my skin. Excitement lights her eyes and her still damp, warm body slides down until she’s on her knees between my thighs.
She leans forward and kisses my throat and trails kisses down my shoulders to my pecs, swirling her hot, wet tongue around my nipple and pulling a sound of pleasure from me. That sound goes deeper and huskier as her fingers wrap around my cock.
She pulls, thumb grazing over the crown, before she lowers further and tentatively presses her lips to the tip.
This surprises me, but I try not to show it because I don’t want to take her out of this moment, don’t want to send her into a memory that frankly could make me lose my erection or spend another minute thinking about her now deservedly dead brother. It wasn’t an honorable way to die. It sure didn’t look or sound like the way anyone would want to go, but it was very poetic. And now, it’s over.