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Brantley stayed back. He wanted to be there for the children with Olive. Randall and Jackson are coming to help fight.
Damon steps out in front of everyone and looks into the woods. He throws his head back, breathing deeply and taking in the scents. He looks at me. “I can smell Ken here.”
What the fuck? I never expected that. I look at Maverick, and I can tell he is thinking the same thing.
I have never seen Damon look so fierce and eager for battle. Oh goodness.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, letting the scents wash over me. My eyes open at Ken’s smell. He is here, or he has been here.
“This will end tonight.” Damon still has that look on his face; the beast is taking over. My body is shaking with anticipation of what is about to come.
“Ready?” Damon asks everyone.
“Ready.” The word floats through the air; then every single person changes into wolf or bear form. I move up to Damon’s side in my wolf form, and he presses his hand to the top of my head.
“Let’s do this, Moon,” he says to me softly; then he changes, his clothes ripping and falling off his body. I butt my head against his, and I lick the side of his face. He raises his head and lets out a howl, and we all join in. This is letting the fuckers know we are here. We are not going to murder them in their sleep, we don’t go that way. Damon takes off and I am on his ass. Maverick is on his other side. I hope that Ken is here, so I can finish what I started, in my old pack, all those months ago.
When I think of the old pack, it doesn't seem real. It feels so long ago; life was so different. I was stuck in a small cabin, next to another single girl. The rest of the pack was older and just tired of life in general. The pack was dwindling away to nothing, with no passion or goals.
Damon runs into the woods with me on one side and Maverick on the other. The rest of the pack follows except for Elizabeth, who is sitting in the Hummer with a guard. We invade the pack’s property. This pack is in bad shape. The houses are falling apart, the grass is dead, and it just looks lifeless. This is shifter hell. We take pride in our land and our homes, and here it doesn't seem like they care.
One by one, they run out of their houses. Damon heads straight for the biggest house on the property, where the alpha would live. I stay right on his ass, and Maverick swerves off to the side and takes out two shifters who are running toward us.
Our packmates are holding back our adversaries while we confront the alpha. One slips through, and Damon pushes him onto his back and disembowels him, using his claws. Damon jumps back to his feet, and we continue running toward the alpha’s house.
The door is open, and an older man steps out on the porch. He looks at Damon and then changes into his wolf form. I sit back on my haunches; this is Damon’s thing. This is what he needs to do. I will make sure no one sneaks up on him.
This is between Damon and the alpha.
The alpha jumps, hitting Damon hard. I wince but I don’t make a sound, because it could be a deadly thing to distract him. A smaller wolf tries to grab the backs of Damon’s legs, and I grab her by the tail. She tries to bite me, and I realize this woman has absolutely no fighting experience.
I knock her over, my face against hers, growling deeply. She turns her face to the side, whining. I sit on her and go back to watching Damon.
Wolves are all around me, and Jackson and Maverick are watching my back, making sure no one else tries to sneak up on me.
On a porch across the field, a bunch of young girls are watching everything happening around them. They are terrified. I can see from here they are dirty and their clothesare in shreds. And all the wolves in this pack are underweight. Life is not easy here. It’s not fair—the alpha is supposed to ensure that everyone is provided for.
The wolf under my butt starts to move. I snap at her neck and she settles back down. Damon is fucking vicious; he is biting every part of the alpha wolf that he can reach. The alpha is not as skilled; he just sends his pack members to be slaughtered.
Everything starts to settle down as most of the shifters fall to the ground in defeat, exposing their necks to our wolves in submission. You have to give them this, they are loyal.
Damon changes back to his human form, and I am shocked that he would do that. That is something that never happens.
“CHANGE!” he yells to the alpha, and I watch as he changes into human form. He should not even be an alpha,; for it took so little effort to overpower him. Damon doesn’t even have a scratch on him.
“Everyone change back!” Damon yells. The power hits me like a ton of bricks, and many people stumble. I stand up, getting off the girl. I change, and she does too. I look at her in horror; she is just a small girl around the age of thirteen. She looks terrified. “I will not hurt you,” I tell her, but she does not look convinced at all. She is almost curled into a ball.
I turn my attention back to Damon, who has the alpha by the neck. “You are a fucking sick alpha. One of the worst I have ever seen. You are selfish and pathetic and do not deserve the title of alpha.” Damon shakes his head in disgust.
There have been no deaths, only injuries. These guys are unfit to fight, and my guys knew this. The rest of the pack walks out onto the field, and I am sickened at the sight of everyone. The women are so skinny; shifter women are naturally curvy or muscular in build. These women are way underweight. So are the kids.
“Damon,” I say softly. I look at the women and kids. Their mates are crawling over to them as best they can. This is so sad.
“Look at what you have done,” Damon snarls, shaking the alpha and forcing him to look at everyone.
The unhappy faces.
It is breaking my heart; it’s in my nature to make sure my pack has whatever they need.
