Nimbly jumping from the fallen beast, she turned to the second renegade who was backtracking away, its head turning between her and Ray who was down to one on one. Sheba stalked toward the lone Wolf, snarling as a white hot fury bubbled inside her. Using every inch of her Alpha power, she pushed the rogue to its knees before pouncing . . . she’d show it no mercy this day. Not after what it had done to her mate.
It tried to turn and run but she was too fast, her claws digging deep into its hindquarters and bringing it down before it got away. The fight was over before it truly began. She would waste no more time than was necessary . . . her mate needed her. His injuries were grave and he looked like he was at death’s door. As soon as the Wolf’s heart stopped beating, she whirled around to find Ray already transformed and cautiously approaching her mate.
“He’s badly wounded, Sheba.”
She transformed, striding forward and snapping, “Stating the damn obvious, Ray! What are we gonna do?”
“First things first. I’m gonna get this trap off him, but if you don’t mind, will you let him know I’m no threat. I don’t fancy getting my face ripped off with one of those fucking paws. Do you see the size of those claws?”
Sheba smirked at her Beta’s tone. Looked like Ray was no longer the biggest Shifter in the Pack. “I do, they’re huge.”
She kneeled down, running a hand over the bloodied mane of the Lion whose sparkling blue eyes locked with hers. “Hi, we’re here to help. This is Ray, he’s my Beta, and he’s going to get that trap off you. Just don’t hurt him. Okay?”
Her mate made a chuffing noise, barely audible, but she took that as an assent. As did Ray, so he went around and used his impressive strength to pry the trap apart, huffing and straining his muscles to do so. When he was done, he threw the offending metal away, cursing loudly.
“Fucking bastards. When I find out who put that on our land, I’ll fucking kill them.”
“We have more important things to attend to, Ray.”
As she said that there was the unmistakable sound of a transformation. “What? No! Don’t! You need to heal.”
But the Lion didn’t heed her words and the most beautiful man she’d ever seen appeared before her, his arms reaching for her. She went willingly into them, his lips landing on hers for a kiss that scorched her soul and seared her heart . . . for all of two seconds before he fell into unconsciousness. Or was it death?
“Ray!” she screamed, certain she’d found . . . and lost her mate within the blink of an eye.
Fox had fought with all his might, he’d killed all but four of the dirty mutts. Their bodies lay littered all around him, their blood covered him from head to tail and made him want to puke with their stench. Eight. He’d killed eight of the fucks. But there was still four before him and boy were they pissed he’d killed their friends.
Not only that, but they’d saved the best ‘til last. The biggest and strongest were now standing before him and Fox was fucked. He was tired, groggy, and had lost so much blood that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Could he take one more out? Yeah. Sure he could. Just one more and then, maybe, just maybe, one more.
Come on, pull your shit together! You can do this! Don’t let these dirty mongrels beat you! You’re a fucking Lion!
Yeah, an injured Lion with a bear trap on your leg and who’s lost a shit load of blood and got more injuries than you can count. Ass!
Taking a deep breath in, he steeled himself for the next round of fighting. He would not give up. It wasn’t an option. If he lost then he would go down fighting and each one of the fucks in front of him would know they’d been in a battle with a damn Lion. As two of the remaining rogues stepped forward, Fox saw the biggest damn Wolf he’d ever laid eyes on slam into the two beasts that had hung back.
The jet-black newcomer took on Fox’s opponents with deadly precision, attacking them with finesse as well as using his immense size. Fox was impressed, or he would be if he had time to watch and wasn’t so damn exhausted. Right now, he had his own problems with the remaining two who were moving in on him. He just hoped he had enough gas in his tank to keep going long enough to hold on because it looked like the black Wolf might just save his ass, but his eyes weren’t focusing properly, and his heart was beating erratically. Looked like his blood loss had caught up with him and his end was near.
Then another miracle happened . . . a streak of pure white shot through the air and landed on the back of the rogue nearest him. Damn it all to heaven and back. It was the Wolf from his dreams!
Fox watched entranced as she tore into the beast right before his eyes, ripping its belly apart, and he sure as hell heard when her jaws broke the cocksucker’s neck. Way to go, girl! And then it hit him, like a shotgun shot in his chest . . . she was his mate.
He knew it as certainly as he knew his own name. This white She-Wolf, this beautiful and proud creature that was fighting to save him . . . was his.
Only she was probably too late.
He felt his body shutting down. His heart stuttering in his chest, his
