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ten-foot radius often felt an uncontrollable urge to test him once they knew he'd been a fighter—but he'd thought it would be safe enough for a day of running in the woods outside his pack lands. He'd also believed he could stay off Mason's radar and look how wrong he'd been about that.
    With a sigh, he picked up his helmet—shifters healed fast, but crack the skull like an egg and good luck staying alive. Just as he was about to put the helmet on, something slammed into him from behind.
    He landed face down, but quickly spun around and up to his feet. Overhead, the crows threw high-pitched sour notes in the air. Ryder frowned. A little late, guys.
    Putting up his fists, he prepared to face whoever had tackled him. The testosterone burning his nose wasn't from Erik, the scent was different.
    Indeed, the man across from him was Trent, one of Mason's cronies.
    "What do you want?"
    "I'm here to finish what Erik couldn't." Trent's face flushed, matching his red hair. "I knew he'd be too weak. He's just a notch above being a no-good omega."
    Ryder tried not to roll his eyes, but failed. "What makes you think you can fight me and win?"
    Trent spit. "I just took you down, didn't I?"
    "That is not the same as winning. Look, walk away and I won't say a thing." Ryder kept his posture relaxed, hoping to decrease the tension of the situation. He'd found if he got wound up, so did everyone else.
    "You think you're hot shit. Coming back home with your money and your fancy toys." Trent kicked the Ducati, shoving it to the ground. "But you're not the alpha. You forgot your place, boy."
    "What is my place, Trent?" Ryder ground out the question and then took a deep breath, wiggling his shoulders to keep them from getting tight. Anger seethed in his stomach. Keep it chill, man.
    "You do what Mason says."
    "He hasn't told me to do anything, so how could I have earned a beat down from you, huh?"
    "We know what you're up to and you won't get away with it. Mason will kill you first." Trent flexed his thighs and launched himself at Ryder.
    Unlike Erik, Ryder didn't side-step this time. Instead, he caught Trent's chin in an uppercut that snapped the man's head back. He'd spent years perfecting the angle and the amount of pressure it took for an uppercut to take an opponent out. So, yeah, Trent may have slammed into Ryder and dropped him to the ground, but he was no longer conscious when it happened.
    Shoving Trent off him, Ryder got up and went to his bike. He shook his head as he picked it up and saw the damage. Fine scratches crisscrossed the satin black finish. The paint job would have to be re-touched. Muttering swear words under his breath, he climbed onto the bike. Gunning the motor, he shot out of the brush and onto the road at full speed.

Chapter Four
    R yder aimed his Ducati toward the higher elevations of Appalachia, deciding it was a good time to visit Huntsville, one of the larger packs in the area. Ryder was on good terms with the Alpha, Cal, and the Alpha-in-Waiting, Jackson. And it wouldn’t hurt to start establishing diplomatic ties.
    When he was far enough away to not have to worry about Trent or any of Mason's other side kicks, he pulled over to the side of the road and called Jackson on his cell phone. They'd become friendly after running into each other during a run and working together to hunt down a particularly clever rabbit. Jackson had even shared the kill, which had impressed the hell out of Ryder. It was the kind of thing his grandpa would've done.
    "Hey man, what's up?" Jackson's voice filled his ear.
    "You up for a visit?"
    "Yeah, sure. What's going on? You sound upset."
    "Same day, same old asshole." He couldn't hold back an angry growl.
    "Mason, eh?" Ryder hadn't said much about his situation yet, but Mason's reputation did a lot of talking, and that made it easy for Jackson to connect the dots.
    "Yep. Can you call Cal? I want to talk to both of you."
    "Cal's going to ask me why, what should I tell him?"
    "I have