Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] Read Online Free PDF

Carter would stick to his word. No matter how much he was tempted.
    “Gotcha,” a wicked voice spoke in his ear.
    Carter tried to scream, but the blue hand that clamped over his mouth prevented anything from escaping.

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    Lynn Hagen

    “We could find out where they live and burn the place down,” Law offered.
    “I could shoot a couple rockets into the den, or whatever the hell they call it.” Montana grinned.
    “What happened to using our teeth and claws, or is that a little too caveman for you?” Remi asked sarcastically. “Because if it is, I’m outdated.”
    “Dude, you were outdated the day you were born.” Cody laughed.
    Remi flipped him off. “Kiss my ass.”
    “We need to figure out this shimmer thing of theirs,” Zeus said over the speaker phone. “Why’d you go and invite more trouble here anyway?”
    Maverick was tired of hearing that question. That’s what he got for a momentary lapse in judgment. Everyone wanted to point the finger at him for the bad shit. Did he get credit for his excellent leadership? Hell no.
    The entire pack was in his office, all trying to figure out how to put down Papa Smurf and his ragtag crew of Smurfettes. They had the shimmering advantage, but how well could they fight? They were fucking elves after all. How hard could it be to bring down their Tollhouse?
    “Who leads their tribe?” Zeus asked.
    “Beats the hell out of me, I thought it was Carter.” As an Alpha, he should have found this out. Well, there went his one mistake for the year. “I’ll head out that way and find out.”
    “You need backup?”
    Maverick glared at his warriors, daring them to say one smart thing to the other Alpha. One headache at a time. He didn’t need any more enemies. “I’ll let you know if I do.”
    “Keep me posted.” Zeus hung up.
    “Like Grey wolves could ever help…” Tank looked over at Jason.
    “Sorry, man.”

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    The only Grey wolf in the pack shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “No harm.”
    “Okay, guys, we need to take a trip to fairyland and figure out what they know. I need a few volunteers.” Every hand in the room rose up. “Fine, toss your names in a hat.” Maverick stood and left his office. Knowing his men, an argument was about to ensue. He didn’t need to be there for that. He sought out his solace, finding his mate in the kitchen with the other mates of the pack.
    They were all sitting around the table laughing and eating treats.
    Once his family started growing, Maverick had purchased a larger kitchen table, accommodating the larger number of mates. It seemed if they weren’t all in the den—or attempting to sneak out—they congregated in the kitchen.
    “Hey, babe.” Cecil stood, and Maverick pulled him into his arms.
    Just that act alone was enough to soothe him. “You guys having fun?”
    “Always.” Gabby beamed up at him. Maverick was happy for the vampire. Gabby had been kicked out of his coven, never having any friends. He had a whole slew of them now.
    “Where’s Carter?” he asked when he noticed the elf wasn’t in there with them.
    “Haven’t seen him since he freaked out about Tryck being his mate. I figured he packed his bags and got out of Dodge.” Drew laughed.
    Maverick didn’t like the uneasy feeling that came over him. “He was here. He was supposed to be hanging out with you guys.” They all looked at one another, clueless. “We haven’t seen him,” George informed him.
    “Carter!” Maverick yelled to the ceiling.
    Nothing.
    “Shit.” He raced from the kitchen and back down the hall, the entire kitchen close on his heels.

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    Lynn Hagen
    “Tryck, call Carter,” Maverick instructed him, “He’s not with the other mates.”
    Tryck growled. “I’m going to glue him to my side. Carter!” Still nothing.
    “We need to get moving, go to his tribe, and see if he broke his promise. Maybe he’s at home.” Maverick pointed to a few warriors.
    “Santiago brothers, Remi,