Greg looked at Seth, still within arm’s reach of Lewis. “Is that true? Mia got pregnant before you mated?”
Seth set his stance and his jaw, even though he was about to pass out. If he had to take Greg out, he’d need to do it fast. Lewis and Jenny would then attack, and he didn’t want to hurt Jenny. If he could. His left leg had already gone numb. Completely. “None of your business.”
Greg studied him for a moment. “All right.” He looked at his cousin. “Is she even here?”
A snot bubble popped from Lewis’s nose. “No, but Seth is. We have to take him out first.”
Greg shook his head and turned his gaze on his wife. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, but Lewis could’ve killed me.” She wiped blood off her chin. “I did get hit.” She looked down at her right arm, where blood had run. “The bullet went right through, but it was silver, and I don’t feel so good.”
Greg grabbed Lewis by the neck and lifted him off the ground. “Youshotat my wife?”
“I was trying to kill Seth,” Lewis croaked.
In a shockingly fast movement, Greg tossed Lewis into the air, clamped both forearms around his neck, and flipped him over. The sound of the man’s neck breaking pierced the silent day.
Greg dropped the body, pivoted, and smashed his heel into his cousin’s neck, pressing down until the wolf shifter stopped breathing. Then he pressed more and moved his foot so his toes could slice with suddenly long claws. Jenny screamed for him to stop, but Greg continued until he’d severed the head from the body.
“He tried to kill you, Jen.” Greg looked like a dangerous mountain man, even buck naked. “He also tried to kill our Alpha and was going after Mia. He had to die.” Greg looked over at Seth.
Seth nodded. Then the entire world went dark, and he started to fall—out cold.
Todd skiddedto a stop in front of the sprawling mansion and Mia was out of the car before the vehicle’s engine stopped humming. Her heart thundering, she ran across the bloody grass and barreled through the front door. He had to be okay.
“Whoa,” Greg Treverton said, grasping her by the arms. “Take it easy there, Mia.” His beefy hands were gentle, and concern glowed in his eyes. “Seth is okay. Deep breaths. You’re all right.”
Mia paused and sucked in air. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He released her and took a hesitant step back, towering over her. What was he? At least six foot eight? “Just don’t go running into walls or falling down or anything, all right?” He hovered close as if afraid she’d suddenly drop.
She gulped. “Where is he?”
“I’m in here, and you sure as shit had better not have driven here crazily,” Seth drawled.
“Todd drove. It looked like he went to scout the area.” Mia’s heart jerked, and she turned, hustling down the hallway and into the study where Seth sprawled on a leather sofa, shirtless with bleeding holes across his chest. “All the bullets are out, sweetheart,” he said, pain darkening his eyes.
She moved toward him, noting one hole already closing.
Jenny bustled in with towels that she tossed at Seth. There was blood on her upper arm, but she didn’t seem to have any trouble moving. “Hey. He’s fine.” She pulled Mia in sideways for an awkward hug. “Don’t freak out. It was a good fight.”
“There’s a lot of blood on the grass,” Mia whispered, her mind fuzzing.
Seth snaked out an arm and manacled her wrist, pulling her gently to sit next to him. “Greg?”
“On it.” The mammoth male looked relieved to head down the hallway and out the front door.
“Wait a minute,” Mia muttered.
Seth kept his intense gaze on her. It was as if he could see every thought she’d ever had. Every emotion. Every part of her. “No,” Seth said. “No minutes. This was pack business.”
“Was?” Mia’s stomach ached. “Seth, if there are dead bodies, I—”
“There aren’t any,” Seth muttered.
That didn’t matter, did it? Mia wasn’t sure. The pack had its own laws, as did the town, but murder was murder. The room spun around her, and she fought the urge to throw up.
“Deep breaths.” Seth took a clean towel and wiped off his torso. “Everyone knows you’re pregnant, by the way.”
