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had better than average eyesight, so seeing in the dark wasn’t a problem. The General was convinced that Hood kept a list of clients somewhere—hopefully at his home. His logic was that Hood would need to keep track of those who were willing to pay top dollar for the women. He’d asked Sam and Brandon to sneak in and find those names.
    Sam stepped close to Brandon. “You sense anyone?” Sam could have used telepathy to communicate, but that took energy when they were in human form. They didn’t need to run into any of Hood’s men—the few of them who were left.
    “No.”
    “Me neither.”
    Sam hoped that since Hood had only been recently incarcerated, no one would have thought to clean out his home office. His fellow Colters probably believed they could break him out like they did his predecessor. Good luck with that. Better measures had been installed to prevent an escape from happening again.
    Sam studied the exterior. The mansion was surrounded by a gated entrance and bordered by a large hedge. Given that Hood had only recently become the head of the Colters after Harvey Couch’s death, he might not have had time to install an alarm system, or better yet, believed he even needed one. He was just that kind of fool.
    Should we cut the power in case the house is alarmed? Brandon telepathed.
    Sure, but we have to be prepared for a battery backup.
    Damn. Let’s head around back and check it out .
    Keeping vigilant, he and Brandon skirted the perimeter without setting off an alarm. So far so good. The hedge in back was lower than the one in front, which would make it easier to climb over. If the property or house were alarmed, their chances of triggering it would be less if they were in wolf form.
    I’ll go first, Brandon said. If nothing happens, join me .
    Sam would have suggested that he lead, but they didn’t need to be arguing. Time was critical. Both hid their holsters and then shifted. Brandon wormed his way through the hedge while Sam waited, listening for the sound of other wolves or sirens.
    Thirty seconds later, Brandon let him know it was all clear.
    To get a better view of the property, Sam leapt on top of the hedge, looked around, and jumped down. The lights were off in the house, which was a good sign the place was vacant.
    They kept low to the ground in case there were sensors. Halfway to the back of the house, they both stopped. Fuck. Someone had arrived. Or rather, several wolves had shown up. Where the hell had they been? Growls sounded from two different directions. That wasn’t good.
    He and Brandon could run to safety, but then they might never find Cheryl if they didn’t search the house. So fight it was—even if it meant death.
    Brandon faced east and Sam took the west. He couldn’t worry about his cousin now. As a trained fighter, Brandon could take care of himself. Two wolves approached Sam, their eyes glowing that familiar gold. One had a huge scar on his mouth that caused the side to droop. The other had a white patch on his chest. Tension rippled through Sam’s body. Despite the odds, he was ready. The only way to kill a wolf was to either shoot him in the heart or rip out his throat. Without his weapon, going for the jugular was his only option. He prayed he bit them before they killed him.
    Sam crouched low. A squeal sounded behind him, but it didn’t belong to Brandon. As if one of his attackers signaled the other, the two wolves facing Sam charged at the same time. Scarface launched himself and sank his teeth into Sam’s flank while Whitey went for Sam’s neck. Pain stabbed his rear, and the sweet smell of blood tinged the air.
    The first wolf hit his mark, but the second one luckily missed and nabbed Sam’s ear instead of his throat. He pawed at his opponent’s legs and managed to twist around and sink an incisor into Whitey’s eye. The wolf squealed in pain. The attack wasn’t fatal, but the animal would be out of commission for a good sixty seconds, giving Sam