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back on his investigation of the house. After almost a quarter-hour of snooping through closets and behind doors, he found the cabinet filled with guns and weaponry. Shotguns and automatic rifles stood at the ready, and large metal drawers housed ammunition, handguns, and explosives. In a bottom drawer, Bez found his personal favorite. Large, flat brass rings lay on a wooden support with a dowel shooting through the center. Designed off the Indian throwing rings known as chakrams, the rings practically glowed in the light, beautiful and polished to a sheen. A very deadly sheen. Dire Thaus, the weaponry expert of the group, had taken ancient chakrams and reworked them to fit the hunting style of the Dire Wolves. Light and easy to throw, the rings fit across the width of Bez’s hand. Perfectly weighted for flight. Perfectly sharpened to cut through even the thickest of enemy flesh in near silence. Perfectly designed to fit in the pocket of his black fatigues, which was right where a few of them were going. Just in case.
    His phone rang again, though this time, the caller’s name made Bez roll his eyes.
    “What, kid?”
    “Why you gotta do me like that, bro?” Levi laughed, a near-constant sound from that particular brother. “I got a buzz from Dante that I need to stick close to you for a bit. What’s doing?”
    “Mission. Another Omega missing.”
    “Motherfucker.” Levi didn’t laugh again, not that Bez expected him to once he knew what the mission was. The Dires were pissed as hell about the attacks on the ones they saw as their kin. Even Levi, the jokester of the group—the one who partied harder than all the rest and took advantage of all the world had to offer a six-five, muscular, good-looking kid like himself in terms of women, liquor, and adventure—raged whenever word reached him that another Omega was in trouble. They all had a soft spot for the shewolves, though Bez had a theory that Levi’s soft spot was bigger than anyone else’s. He seemed to take each disappearance as a personal challenge to take more risks, stroll into even more dangerous situations all in the name of finding the shewolves. Something that made the rest of the team nervous, including Bez. To accomplish their missions, they all needed to be on point, on plan, and in control of their instincts. Levi pushed every boundary they set and quite possibly endangered every mission.
    “What’s the plan?” Levi finally asked, his voice rough, his anger clear underneath the words. A man ready to lock and load. But Bez couldn’t risk the girl to Levi’s cowboy antics.
    “I hunt. You stay close as assigned.”
    “I can come down and hunt with you. I’m not that far—could be there by tomorrow morning.”
    “Negative. Protocol in these situations states the initial hunt should be solo.”
    Levi growled loud enough for Bez’s wolf to push forward. To growl back at what he saw as a challenge.
    “Fuck protocol. We’ve got an Omega in trouble. Let me help.”
    Bez considered telling him the full story—about how the captors killed her pack and how she was just a child—but he didn’t want to set Levi off any more than he already was. Loose cannons rarely won wars. “Stand down, Leviathan. I’ve got this covered. You be my shadow and keep your ass close.”
    Levi was quiet for longer than a pause, but Bez knew he was reining himself back in. The kid had been through just as much military training as the rest of the Dires, but he still struggled with execution on missions. Bez couldn’t have that sort of unknown element with this assignment.
    “Fine,” Levi finally spat. “I’ll be at the three-hour mark from your coordinates.”
    “Four.”
    “Three, or else I’m showing up on the motherfucking front porch and eating your snacks while you hunt.”
    Bez growled and slammed a drawer closed. This kid was trying his patience. “Leviathan—”
    “I can full name you, too, Beelzebub. Now quit being a dick and accept that fact