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nothing at all. The male whimpered and shook but didn’t dare move or resist. “Tell your Alpha that if he wants anything of ours, including our women, he will have to come for them himself.”
     
     
     

SIX
    The second Wesken released the Mahehkan bastard who had dared come onto their land and touch their women, the coward fell to the ground before stumbling back and bolting through the trees. He’d all but pissed himself when Wesken had approached. And so he should have. Had it not been for the fact that the Mahehkan Alpha needed to hear the message he was sending, he would have killed the wolf and left his mangy corpse for the ravens to feast on.
    If the rival pack’s leader was any Alpha at all, he would recognize the challenge for what it was. And if he had any balls, he would come. And he would die.
    Besides, letting the coward go didn’t mean a damned thing. His reprieve was temporary. He’d only delayed the inevitable. There was only one acceptable punishment for harming one of the Komoro women. Death. This particular male hadn’t been the one to harm Amalija, but he was just as guilty.
    Amalija lay on her side watching the treeline, her chest heaving with her ragged breaths. His vision flashed red at the sight of her blood on the ground and on her beautiful coat. The need to hunt the male slammed into him hard, but Argram had already decided. Even now, as silent as a ghost, Orrin followed, tracking the wolf through the forest. He would come back with the information they needed to eliminate the threat once and for all. It was a matter of time.
    He’ll pay for his part in hurting her , Wesken assured his wolf, soothing it with the promise. He’d make sure of it.
    Wesken shifted. Beth and Jinnie both gasped and turned away so fast they might have whiplash. But he didn’t care. If he couldn’t go on the hunt himself, he would take care of Amalija. Sure, the Omegas would pamper her given half the chance, but she needed rest. He didn’t stop, even when Argram’s grunts would have halted another male’s steps. He hadn’t forbidden him from going to her, only warned him to tread carefully. Injured wolves could be temperamental. That was no secret. And if she snapped at him, he’d deal with her and her sharp little teeth once he got her home.
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    When Wesken shifted and came to her, there was no doubt what his intentions were. She should object. Given a few more minutes, she’d be able to walk. It would hurt, but she’d lived through much worse. But the fierce look in his eyes and the hard lines making his face more ferocious than she’d ever seen it wouldn’t allow it. He needed to do this—to care for her in his way.
    His warmth stole over her. His scent filled her sensitive nose. Nowhere on earth would she ever be safer than she was at that moment. Yet her body shook, and her teeth chattered. She tried taking deep breaths to calm herself, but the male’s voice echoed in her mind. “Give the girl to us, and all this stops.”
    All this time, the Komoro pack had thought the Mahehkans had been after their land. She’d half convinced herself of it, too. But they weren’t. Roger didn’t like to lose. He’d promised to hunt down each and every female who escaped and make them pay for their disloyalty. Each time one of them left, he’d rage and threaten—even beat—those who remained. Some of the women were so afraid that, when given the opportunity to escape, they’d refused. But not her.
    Wesken’s arms tightened around her, and he pulled her closer still, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to burrow into him and get lost in his strength—forget that the world existed, if only for a while. She tried to get closer, but in her wolf form, no amount of wiggling would help. She needed skin-on-skin contact.
    A deep rumble vibrated in his chest. “Change back if you need to,” he said, his voice gravelly.
    What he offered was so much heavier than a simple shift. She’d be naked in his arms.