Aline Hunter - Enemy Mine

The stench of fire and death merged, the unappealing combination of scents burning like powdered red pepper in Emory Veznors nose. Despite the smells, the wolf inside of him basked in the glory of the kill, reveling in the coppery taste of blood on his tongue. He lifted his head from the throat of his preynoting the blank stare of the dead man who gazed at the midnight blue skybefore he studied the carnage around him.

His pack mates were tormenting two Shepherds, snapping at them with sharp teeth while issuing throaty growls. They rotated around the men in a slow, deliberate circle. The only human in the packCaden Stonewas to the far left of the group. He was busy reshaping the face of the Shepherd hed tackled to the ground, punching him repeatedly in the nose. When the pack had attacked there had been six Shepherds ready to intercept them. That number was now down to three. Emory was tempted to join the brawl, to snap and snarl at the murderers hed come to destroy, but that wasnt what he traveled hundreds of miles for.

Finally his journey was coming to an end.

Mary.

He started the shift into his human form, aware his mate would only fear him if he came to her in his wolven state. Hell, she was already terrified of what he was. Shed been given a glimpse of what lingered beneath his skin once and it had sent her running. At the time he couldnt go to her to attempt to explain. Hed been too busy dodging buckshot from her bloodthirsty relatives and trying to escape their attention alive. Theyd issued a challenge as hed fled, threatening his mate and destroying any hope hed had of making Mary understand who and what he was. Because of that hed been forced to return to his pack in New York. Only running didnt help. Instead it brought danger to his door and destruction and loss to those he loved. So many lives had ended in an explosion the pack had never seen coming, bringing Emory to this moment.

Dont think about that now. Focus on who you came for.

He finished the change and swiped the back of his hand across his lips. The skin came away bloodied, the thick red smear vivid against his tanned knuckles. Not good. Hed have to clean his face at the very least before he sought out his mate. Going to Mary in this condition would only make things worse. She was too young and innocent to fully comprehend what he wanted from her. Time wasnt on his side but he was determined to do everything in his power to ease her into the transition, to help her accept their future together.

Shes not in the building, Emory.

Emory looked up and met his brothers gaze.

Trey had transformed into his human form as well but his bright golden eyes revealed he was in the grip of a fighters bloodlust. It wasnt a shock. As the pack had traveled to the location where Mary liveddeep in Shepherd territory in Northern ColoradoTreys control had been on the decline. The former Alpha mourned the deaths of his New York pack mates in the only way he understoodby tracking down those responsible and making them pay. His temper was thread thin and his desire to kill was off the charts. If it werent for the presence of Gerald Nightthe werewolf Alpha from the areaTrey probably would have disintegrated into madness. Trey was forced to play the part of a respectable Alpha to save face, even if everyone close to him knew that hed lost the control necessary to properly guide the pack that had traveled with him to exact a revenge of their own.

Rising smoothly to his feet, Emory stared at the house in the distance. The front door was smashed in and he could see the shadows of wolves as they moved inside. Loud crashing noises drifted to his ears, a chilling melody of shattering glass and breaking wood. The noises indicated the wolves were demolishing everything in their path, as though they had picked up a scent and were searching for the source.

That meant someone was inside.

Mary.

Shit.

Emory took off at a dead run, blood pounding in his ears, fear and adrenaline flooding his system. Damn Trey and his short fucking fuse. Once upon a time his brother had been responsible. Now he was a ticking time bomb. The moment they had arrived Treyd ordered the pack to surround the house and building at the back of the property and attack at his command. Not smart planning at all. More like reckless and stupid. Gerald had tried to talk sense into Trey but it hadnt worked. Not when the object of Treys hatred was so prime for the taking.

Emory flew across the porch and into the house, drawing a lungful of air as he stepped inside. Panic caused his heart to slam into his throat. Marys scent was present but fading. If she had been kept here the unique fragrance of lavender and linen would be stronger, easier to identify. His nose piloted him through the ransacked home until he came to the room where Marys smell was strongest. Two of the pack wolves were at a closet, clawing and snarling at the wood barring their path to their prize.

Stand back, he ordered, strode over and grasped the knob to open the door. The woman hiding inside was older, with her hair pulled into a bun. Although standing, her back was pressed against the wall, as though she could vanish into the plaster if she willed it so. She had a cell phone against her ear, the glow from the light shining brightly across one side of her face.

Theyre here. Its too late, she whispered hoarsely, her nearly black eyes focused on Emory. Her arm lowered as she dropped the phone and stomped on it, destroying the device.

Emory grasped the woman by the throat and pulled her from the closet. Where is Mary? What the fuck have you done with her?

She compressed her lips and remained silent. Emory growled and yanked her toward him, invading her personal space.

Fast or slow. He lowered his voice and revealed the fangs he had allowed to elongate. Tell me what I want to know or Ill make sure you suffer for hours. Either way, you will answer me.

Go to hell where you belong, spawn of Satan. She spit in his face and struggled in his hold.

The wolf inside of him roared in fury and he had to hold back his animal instinct to lash out at the bitch and put her in her place. Fighting for control, he snarled, Slow works for me.

He didnt wipe his face clean, turning instead and dragging the woman along with him. His pack mates moved out of his way as he stormed down the hall, walked through the living room and stepped onto the porch.

Trey stood where hed left him, talking to pack members who had returned to their human form and restrained the Shepherds at their feet with rope. Emory couldnt stomach the idea of torturing the woman for the answers he neededthere was no way he could look Mary in the eye and tell her what hed donebut Trey could. His brother, desperate for blood, would relish each and every second.

She wont tell me where Mary is. Emory shoved the woman toward the group. Make her.

Trey grasped the female by the forearm and flicked his wrist, and Emory forced himself not to wince when he heard a bone snap. She screamed in agony, her high-pitched wail echoing in the night.

There are so many bones in the human body, Trey said menacingly and snagged her uninjured arm, as thin and brittle as toothpicks.

Emory watched as Treys fingers drifted down her arm and tightened around her wrist. His brothers knuckles turned white as he continued applying steady pressure, crushing the bones together. The womans knees wobbled and she sagged to the ground, crying out.

Shes gone, she whimpered between ragged breaths. Shes been gone for weeks.

Gone? Emory lost control of his temper, dropped to his knees and wrapped his fingers around the womans neck. He forced her to look him in the eye when he said, You wouldnt let her leave, even if she wanted to. His hand shook as he dug his nails into her skin. Shed better be in the same condition I left her in. If you hurt her, so help me