preferred his own kind? Steven had to pull
back a snarl as he thought about his mate in another's
hands. Too bad. If his sexy man wanted another feline, he'd
just have to get over his disappointment. No one else was
going to touch his weretiger.
Stepping carefully across the metal roof, Steven
slowly shuffled to one of the many shattered windows,
crouching at the frame. Richard Hale stood in the middle of
the room, a dozen mutant werewolves surrounding him.
Steven bit back a growl at their appearance, his wolf half
rebelling against the unnatural sight. Confronted by the
horror for the first time, his stomach churned. Alesandro
and Calvin had tried to explain to him what the creatures
looked like, but even their description fell short of the
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horrors in the warehouse.
Dirty, matted hair covered their naked chests and a
pair of denim pants was their only clothing. Elongated
snouts sprang from humanlike faces, while jagged teeth
jutted from their jaws like those on a wild boar. Feet too
misshapen for footwear were bare, exposing clawed paws.
Fuck, how many of them were there? Cindy could
only recollect two or three during her abduction. There
were at least a dozen mutants milling below. Was this the
entire force, or just the tip of the iceberg? Were there
dozens more hiding somewhere?
Steven scooted closer to the edge of the window in
time to see the largest mutant hand over a suitcase to Hale.
"That's the last of it," the monster said in a gravelly
voice pitched so low Steven had to lean carefully over to
hear. "Make sure the poison makes it to the alpha. Since we
failed with Silver, his pack will be too vigilant. Kill Madros
and make sure the evidence points to the Moon pack. If
they fight among themselves we'll have less to do when we
take over." The malicious smile was frightening. Shit, they
were smarter than they looked. Now the Moon pack had
two jobs: to find out where the mutants were
headquartered, and to alert the other alphas of the pending
danger. He'd leave the warning to Silver and Anthony. If
anyone could get the other packs to talk, it would be those
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two.
En masse, everyone left the warehouse. Steven
stayed still and quiet, not wanting to draw their attention.
He hoped his mate was as wise. It was a while before he
heard all sounds fade.
Slowly rising, he bit back a shout of pain as he
straightened and a leg cramp bolted up his thigh.
A low whistle sounded below him like a person
calling their dog. "Here, boy. Here, boy." Dare's voice
sounded below. Stephen was going to kill him.
Soundlessly, he crept to the end of the eaves, spotting Dare
directly beneath him. Without thought, he leapt.
A soft oof came from the feline as he hit the asphalt.
Dare made a nice surface, he thought dreamily as he heard
the air leave the weretiger's body.
"Hi, honey. You called?" he asked with a teasing
smile.
Instead of growling at him like another wolf would
for daring to tackle him, Dare gave him a delighted smile.
"So I did." His big kitty wrapped Steven in his arms and
damn if he didn't feel completely, totally cherished. In that
moment he didn't care if the world was overrun with
mutant werekin as long as his tiger was safe.
"I adore you," he choked out over the ball of
emotion filling his throat.
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Dare grinned.
"Let's get the hell out of here. We need to go see
Silver."
"You're on top," his ever helpful mate said, with
another breathtaking smile.
Steven held back a sigh. He would have to turn in
his manly card if he were caught sighing like a love-struck
fool every time his mate smiled. There was no question the
weretiger was a beautiful man; Steven was a fool to have
ever wanted him to be anything other than what nature
created.
"So I am," he agreed. Placing a quick kiss on his
mate's lips he rose to his feet and offered a hand to help
Dare up. "Come on,