What he was . . . was filled with fury.
Mating with Maisy had changed him in so many ways and one of those was realizing how he’d feel if someone were sent to hunt down his mate. This Shifter in front of him had done just that. He’d mistreated his own daughter, Shade’s mate, and tried to sell her to Jermaine. The thought tumbling around inside his brain firing his synopses into an overload of rage.
Zohar literally saw red as he glared at the almost fully transformed beast before him, pausing before he uttered the final number. He opened his arms wide, yelling, “Time’s up, Saul.”
The men that had arrived with Saul laughed, one shouting. “Yeah, but you’ve still to transform! He’ll be on you before you—”
Zohar cracked his neck, side to side, and summoned his beast . . . gasps and shouts of surprise echoing around the camp as they witnessed his unique gift. His conversion from man to beast happening so fast that most missed it while they blinked. His ears picked up so many cuss words and exclamations that he couldn’t help himself from rearing up on his hind legs to roar loudly.
Saul’s light brown beast stampeded toward him, attempting to attack while he was upright and rake his claws across his soft underbelly. However, Zohar had fought many battles, against fiercer Wolves than Saul’s, and he’d expected such a move. His powerful hind legs thrusting him into the air and leaping over his opponent to land behind him, spinning around and swiping his massive paw viciously across Saul’s hindquarters.
The brown Wolf howled in pain as blood spurted from the wound, turning around fast to snap at Zohar. His speed impressive but not nearly good enough. Zohar’s dark Wolf circled around, snarling, his lips curled back to show his opponent the size of his razor-sharp teeth. They matched the rest of him . . . huge. He could snap a Wolf’s neck clean through with one well-placed bite and Saul knew it.
Zohar saw the fear in the other beast’s eyes but he also saw something he’d seen too often in his years as an Enforcer . . . evil, pure, dark, evil.
If he’d had any doubts about doling out his own justice to Saul Farrar that glimpse sealed the man’s fate. Zohar’s Wolf growled, his head lowering as he rushed forward, using his greater size and strength to knock Saul’s beast flying to tumble backward. He leaped forward, landing over the brown beast to cage it in, one of his paws on its chest, digging his claws in deep. Saul’s Wolf swiped up, drawing blood from his muzzle that dripped down to run over his adversary’s fur. The metallic odor filling his nostrils as he lowered his head, opening his jaws wide . . . ready to finish this and mark it down as one of the briefest fights he’d encountered.
Good. That suited him just fine. He wanted nothing more than to end this debacle and get back to Maisy.
Saul’s Wolf bucked beneath him, one of his paws scrambling to find a weakness, anywhere to inflict damage, but Zohar held firm, his weight and size immobilizing the smaller beast. With one last, quick movement, Zohar’s jaws encompassed Saul’s throat, snapping shut with a loud snap. His teeth penetrating fur, skin, muscle and finally bone to break the Wolf’s neck with a rough shake of his head.
Spitting out the dead animal, disgust rolling through him, Zohar’s massive head lifted to the sky, a roar of epic proportions renting the night air. The sound reverberating around the camp, nearby windows shook in their frames, his fur rippled along his body where it shook from the power running through him—his Alpha power even more potent and formidable than he’d been as an Enforcer.
Zohar stepped away from the broken body on the ground, snarling once more before prowling toward the men Danko still guarded. Once again he shifted with supernatural speed, standing naked and scowling at the now fearful Shifters. “You have a simple choice to make . . . leave now or die. You have no place in my Pack and if you utter one word of argument I’ll take you down so fast you won’t know what fucking hit you.”
Danko shoved the one nearest him, growling. “You heard the Alpha. On your way.”
They scrambled for the vehicle they’d arrived in, all of them jumping in quickly. Zohar nodded to Danko. “Ensure they leave our land and don’t return, and get rid of that rubbish.”
“Certainly, Alpha.” Danko gave him a two-finger salute, motioning for two of his men to join him and ordering another to remove Saul’s corpse.
Turning on his heel he found Maisy right at his back, her green eyes searching his face as she asked quietly, “Are you all right? You’re hurt, Zohar.”
He swiped at the small injury on his face. “It’s nothing, I’ll heal soon.”
“I think we should go inside so I can bathe it.”
She had a glint in her eyes, and a cheeky smirk on her face as she spoke. Zohar nodded. “As you wish.” He addressed Gwenola. “Don’t let this spoil the party, carry on, and we’ll see you later.”
Gwenola laughed, shaking her head. “I’m sure we can have a party without you, Alpha. Why don’t you two go and rest.”
Maisy’s face blushed scarlet as Zohar chuckled, grabbing her hand and tugging her toward their new home. “Thank you, Gwenola. I think we will.”
As soon as the door closed behind them, Zohar pulled Maisy into his arms, his hands falling to cup her ass. “You look so damn good; I think I’ll have to eat you.”
Maisy’s hands were caught between them, on his chest where her fingers caressed his skin. “Oh, the big bad Wolf is
