Loving Their Vixen Mate (Pack Wars Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

precious time for his next assault. He knew he had to make it count.
    Scarface’s rear charge implied he wasn’t very experienced. Both wolves should have attacked the neck area, which was exactly what Sam planned to do to him. Haunches bleeding, he lunged for Scarface’s neck. Sam’s aim was dead on. His teeth sunk into the wolf’s warm skin, and blood spurted everywhere. Sam wouldn’t have let go had Whitey not recovered from his eye injury and come after him. Damn creature healed faster than Sam would have thought.
    Whitey bit Sam’s flank in the same spot, tearing skin and muscle, nearly making Sam falter. While the wound wouldn’t kill him, if he couldn’t fight to his fullest, he’d die if they clawed at his throat.
    Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the wolf Brandon had been fighting. The injured animal lay bleeding from the neck. Good. With that wolf down, his cousin raced over to help. As much as Sam wanted to end Whitey’s life by himself, there wasn’t time. Sam twisted, grabbed hold of Whitey’s leg and crunched. With a sharp yelp, the wolf released his hold on him and moved back, giving Brandon the perfect opportunity to dig his teeth into Whitey’s neck. Brandon shook the wolf until he collapsed, and then let go. Blood oozed out of the wound.
    He won’t be going anywhere for a while, Brandon telepathed.
    Thanks .
    Brandon was the soft one of the two. Sam would have killed him.
    You okay? Brandon asked.
    Sam didn’t like the worry in his cousin’s voice. I’ve been better. Let’s get inside before one of these wolves comes to. Though he suspected all but one might bleed out before they had a chance to recover.
    Sam limped toward the back of the house. Brandon turned toward him. I’ll shift. You be the lookout.
    Fuck you. I’m good. Two can look faster than one .
    Suit yourself .
    On second thought, he’d heal faster if he remained in wolf form for another minute or two. Besides, he wanted to make sure Whitey stayed down. I’ll be right in.
    Brandon’s bones crunched and fur flew. Five seconds later, his cousin was human once more. With a sideways kick, he smashed a windowpane, reached in, and unlatched the door. “Don’t be too long.”
    Remember, it was two against one . His fucking cousin acted like he was the superior fighter.
    While Sam waited for his body to repair the deep tear on his hindquarters, along with the rip to his earlobe, he kept his gaze on the wolves. No alarm had sounded inside the house, so he partially relaxed. Apparently, these three had believed they could take care of any intruder and hadn’t seen the need to set it.
    Impatience finally got to him, and Sam shifted into human form. That had been a mistake. The pain nearly crippled him. He probably should have kept watch for a few more minutes, but he needed to feel useful.
    Once inside, the office was easy to find. Brandon was making more noise than a herd of elephants.
    “You find anything?” Sam asked when he reached his cousin.
    “The computer’s still here.”
    That was a stroke of luck. Sam lifted the lid to the laptop and the screen shot to life. It was password protected but Chris Williams should be able to get in. Sam shut it down and unplugged it. “Find anything in the files?”
    Brandon was looking through a cabinet. Who kept paper files these days anyway?
    “Not yet.”
    Sam opened the top desk drawer and found the usual pens, paper, clips, and useless office supplies. He needed to find a little black book, but that would have been too obvious. On the other hand, men like John Hood assumed they’d never get caught or ever die, so maybe he wouldn’t have taken a great deal of care to conceal the information.
    The front door to the house opened. Shit. Someone was coming. Sam grabbed the laptop.
    Let’s go. Brandon glanced around.
    Where? If we break the window, they’ll hear us. In human form, Sam wasn’t sure he could get out of the paned window anyway.
    Shit. Booted heals made a