Savage Silence: A Dire Wolves Mission (The Devil's Dires Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

that he wanted to.
    Hopefully, this walking, talking pile of wasted flesh would shut up soon.
    “And another thing…”
    Probably not.
    “When I was a pup, my Alpha would have…”
    Being in an enclosed space with the four men from Glaxious ramped Thaus’ inner wolf up into a near frenzy. The need to dominate, to lead, to not have wolves at his back was hard to shake off, especially after a night spent wary and watchful. The rest of the men all sat silent and stoic, and Chilton, while not at all silent, looked pleased as punch. Calm, even. He was either putting on one hell of a show or completely out of touch with his wolf.
    Thaus chose the first option.
    The only thing that stopped Chilton’s monologue was the appearance of other shifters as they arrived at the Kwauhl packlands. The offending Alpha looked over the men with obvious interest, an almost covetous expression on his face. Something was very off about the Alpha shifter.
    A man with long, braided black hair approached as the Glaxious team and Thaus exited the car. Thaus’ wolf immediately sat up and took notice of the new energy in their midst. There was something calmly demanding about the shifter, something powerful but quiet. Now, he was a true Alpha. Chilton’s presence grew dim around such a wolf.
    “You must be Sathaus.”
    Thaus didn’t blink at the use of his full name, though it was rare for anyone except Luc to use it.
    “Alpha Lathan,” Chilton spat before the man could reach them, confirming Thaus’ assumption. The weaker man knew his place, and he hated it. “You do not greet me as a guest?”
    “You’ve been here before, Alpha Chilton. I was more concerned with the new visitor.” The man looked Thaus up and down, an almost devious expression on his face. “Though you seem like the type of wolf who’d rather watch than interact. That, I can understand.”
    The two Alphas grabbed forearms, exchanging the traditional shifter greeting. There was a marked difference between the two in Thaus’ mind. Chilton was thin and wiry, but not in the same way as Lathan. The Kwauhl Alpha looked fit, as if he worked in his wolf form often and could outrun any other creature out there. Any except maybe Thaus himself, who was taller and bulkier but faster than most people would have expected. Lathan also seemed comfortable in his skin, even walking around barefoot as some shifters did to keep themselves grounded to nature.
    Thaus liked Lathan immediately.
    Meanwhile, Chilton was Still. Fucking. Talking. “You can’t go up against a binding document, no matter what newfangled ideas about shewolf rights you may have.”
    Thaus bit back his growl. It didn’t matter what Chilton thought was about to happen; he wasn’t walking out of this meeting with the shewolf or even the promise of a possibility of getting his hands on her. If Thaus couldn’t convince Chilton that this Omega had the NALB backing to do as she pleased, he’d have two choices. Call in President Blasius for the final verbal smackdown—or fight. He preferred option two, even if he still didn’t know the odds against him.
    As the Alphas argued back and forth, most of it coming from Chilton, an unexpected scent wafted by. Something decidedly human caught on a breeze and working its way across the mountain. Something unexpected.
    “What is this place?” Thaus asked, interrupting Chilton with more than a little bit of satisfaction at having done so. The man needed to learn his place, and it wasn’t lording over Thaus in any way.
    Lathan cocked his head, a small smile on his face. “This is Camp Kwauhl. It’s a place where human families can come and rent a cabin in the woods to escape the noise and traffic of the city.”
    “Ridiculous nonsense,” Chilton hissed. But Lathan just waved an arm, a motion that encompassed the mountains almost surrounding them.
    “These foothills have been our home for centuries, long before the rush of humans moved west. And for a while, these hills