“This is what happens when you don’t fucking send me my money!” his uncle roared, punching him again. “Do you—”
A dark blur bowled into Peter’s uncle, sending him to the ground with a crashing sound followed quickly by the horrible snap of bone breaking.
Heaving for breath, face throbbing with pain, Peter looked down to see the familiar shape of Tex’s wolf close his jaws down on his uncle’s throat and—
Peter closed his eyes before he could see his alpha tear his uncle’s throat out, but he still heard it. The sound of flesh being ripped away by giant teeth was something that would be in his dreams for years to come.
“Are you okay?”
Peter jumped at the sound of Carver’s voice. He looked to his right and was greeted with the sight of his other alpha, in his human form, naked as the day he was born and looking terribly concerned.
Peter started to cry.
“Hey, we’ve got you,” Carver said, rushing to slice through the ropes tying him to the chair with the tip of his claw. He grabbed Peter under the arms and lifted him up, holding him against his chest and rubbing the back of his neck. He turned so that Peter wouldn’t have to see Tex murdering his uncle.
“I’m sorry it took us so long,” Carver said, making Peter cry harder.
He couldn’t believe how quickly they found him.
“I’m okay,” Peter said, burying his face in Carver’s neck. “Thank you for coming to get me.”
“Of course we did,” Carver said, kissing the top of his head. “We were already on our way to look for you when we got your uncle’s text.”
Peter breathed as Carver held him, hand on the back of his head keeping his face pressed firmly in the crook of his neck, stroking him.
“Should I kill him?”
Peter lifted his head at the sound of Tex’s gruff voice. He turned, eyes going wide at the sight of his alpha’s bloody mouth. Tex looked like something out of a horror movie. His teeth and claws were elongated, sharp and dangerous, and there was blood dripping down his chin.
“He’s alive?” Peter asked, unbearably relieved.
“For now,” Tex said. He crossed his arms and glared down at Peter’s uncle. The sound of flesh tearing Peter had heard before hadn’t been his uncle’s throat being torn out, but a chunk of his shoulder.
It looked gruesome, but his uncle was most definitely alive.
He was also screaming, which Peter didn’t know how he’d missed. He must be in shock.
“Please don’t kill him,” Peter said, his uncle looking up at him with surprise.
“Thank you, Peter,” he groaned, making Tex growl and kick him in the head.
“You don’t talk to him!” Tex roared, kicking him a second time.
“I’m sorry,” his uncle cried. “I just—”
“Shut. Up,” Tex snarled, crouching down and clamping his hand down over his uncle’s mouth. “Open your mouth again and I will rip out your tongue.” He looked up at Peter. “Are you sure you don’t want him dead?”
Peter nodded. He hated his uncle, but he didn’t want Tex to kill him. That wasn’t something he wanted hanging over them.
“Fine, I’ll have someone come pick him up,” Tex said, standing up and wiping his bloody mouth. “I’ll go get the truck so we can get the fuck out of here. Hang tight, okay?”
“Hurry up,” Carver said, carrying Peter away from the crumpled form of his uncle. The man was moaning and whimpering, clutching his shoulder to stem the bleeding.
“I will,” Tex said, changing into his wolf and trotting out of the warehouse.
Peter watched him go, trying to wrap his mind around everything that had happened. It was a lot for one day. His sister blackmailing him, finding out that Carver was connected to his case, and then his uncle going crazy and kidnapping him… Peter felt like he was in some kind of terrible movie.
“Can we wait outside?” Peter asked not wanting to listen to his uncle. He didn’t feel sorry for him. He deserved to lie there in pain.
