“Ah, but wouldn’t it be so much more fun if we did-”
Cyn tightens his fingers on my arm hard enough to leave bruises.
“What?”
“Go see Vale.”
I huff. “Jeez. No one is any fun anymore. Fine, I will put my chaos to good use and catch up with Vale.”
I find him ten minutes later on the trail. He’s waiting for me. As I get close, I don’t like the look in his eyes or the tension in his body.
“What is it?”
“She is never left alone,” Vale hisses and shoves a handful of photos to me. I recognise the orange envelope in his hand and look down.
“Motherfucker!” I snarl.
Photo after photo of Rojer, Kevin, and Nathan fucking and raping a tiny omega who is crying and screaming. Some of the things they are doing is downright nauseating. I hand it back to Vale.
“Do we know that omega?”
“She was a victim of serial killer Marrow.”
My head jerks up. “It’s confirmation, right?”
“Yeah, but here’s the thing: what if it’s the three of them like it’s the four of us? What if Marrow is all three alphas?”
My smile grows slowly. “We’re hunting a pack?”
Vale nods. “They don’t come home alive.”
Anticipation floods through my system, and then I remember Bonnie.
“She’s not going to be happy.”
“No, she’s not, but we’ll make it look like a happy accident.”
We keep walking, looking for good ambush sites and planning the murder of a serial killer.
Bonnie
Rory waits until the sun sets before he makes his attempt. I’ve been waiting for it all day, and I’m not surprised it’s him. He slinks into the dark and vanishes silently. But this is my world, and he’s not as good as he thinks.
I slide through the trees, watching as he s Rojer, who has crept out to use the toilet. Rory stops behind a tree, hidden in the dark. I sneak up behind him and wait for him to make a move.
Rojer walks past us, and I watch this pain in the ass alpha for the slightest movement. He turns slowly, keeping Rojer in his sights. I see the garrote in his hand and lunge, shoving him hard in the back. He slams into a tree, shoves off it, and kicks back.
I spin out of the way, knocking his foot back.
He pauses when he sees it’s me, but when he sees my stance, he cocks his head to the side and jabs at me.
I knock it aside. The garrote is gone, but now he’s got this smile, one that makes me apprehensive and sends a spike of excitement.
“Have you had training?” he asks in delight.
“My dad didn’t want me to be defenseless around alphas.”
“Smart dad,” he murmurs, but he attacks again.
