Red hot. Like molten lava burning inside her. Fury took root so deep in her soul that she knew she’d never be the same. One thought stampeding through her: make them pay.
Jermaine and Marlon would die for what they’d done this day. She had no idea how she’d manage it, but she was certain she would. Whatever it took she would do it. If she waited until they slept, if she snuck them a sleeping potion, poison, hell, she’d find a way. All she knew was she’d kill these two animals for their deeds, not just for Libby, but for every female they had ever hurt, abused, or killed.
Libby wasn’t the first and if someone didn’t do something, she wouldn’t be the last. Maisy would be that someone. After all, she was the scaredy-cat that nobody would suspect but no longer. This was the last straw, the very fucking last straw, and she swore that she’d put them down like the dogs they were.
“Right, that’s the sentries taken care of. We’re good to go.” Danko motioned to their men still waiting. “Split up into pairs, surround the camp, and wait for us to enter. When we do, you all know the drill . . . you appear as a show of strength and hopefully this doesn’t end in a blood-bath.”
Zohar stared each one of his men in the eyes as he spoke next. “Our priority, as always, are the women and children. Ensure they are safe at all costs, Danko and I can take care of the Alpha and his Beta, as well as the few others they have in their group. Only step in if required, and only once the women and kids are deemed safe.”
He waited until he saw them each nod before slapping Danko on the back. “Okay, my friend, let’s go take down this Alpha, once and for all.”
“I look forward to it.” Danko grinned, his eyes cold as ice as they took off into the forest.
Zohar set a brisk pace, weaving around trees, bushes, and leaping over the occasional stream as he and Danko made their way toward the camp. He didn’t need to keep tabs on where the rest of their men were, or their progress. They’d done this too many times to count and would be exactly where they were supposed to be and ready for anything. If that were fangs and fur, or hands and guns. It didn’t matter, they’d be prepared for what awaited and back Zohar and Danko up come what may.
Not once had Zohar questioned his men’s abilities. Today the only doubts that ran around inside his brain were of his own, especially as his insides were on fire, again. Damn it, would this hunger never ease? He vowed when he returned to base that he’d set about finding who the hell it was that afflicted him and then he’d exact his revenge. In his own brutal fashion, of course.
His feet stumbled, his heart thudding, and his mind almost exploded when a scent wafted toward him. The scent a mere hint of an aroma that touched his nostrils, but it was enough to cause his beast to howl inside his head and knock him almost on his damn ass.
Danko stopped, looking at him as if he’d grown horns. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Zohar snapped, trying to regain his normal resolute control.
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Danko retorted. “You’re as white as Siberia in mid-winter, my friend, and you’re shaking. What’s going on?”
“I said nothing . . .” Zohar snarled and that’s when the sounds from the camp floated toward them.
Loud voices and screams, one in particular stood out to Zohar and he knew deep down that it belonged to the person whose scent had affected him just a moment ago. Her fear and terror flying through the forest to tear at his insides and had his feet moving forward at lightning speed. Danko right beside him as they sprinted through the forest.
Zohar’s beast urged him to go faster, his Wolf simmering under the surface and threatening to take control. He barely kept it from forcing a transformation as they charged into the camp. His eyes scouring the area and taking in a hundred different facts in seconds.
A line of young women and girls, clearly terrified, and most crying and clutching to one another. Scared faces of adults pressed up against windows of cabins but none venturing outside to calm their daughters. The Alpha, Beta, and a few of his men standing at the bottom of steps leading up to the largest cabin. A tiny young woman sitting on the ground, crying softly as she cradled the head of another in her lap.
Her face was white with shock as she murmured over and over, “No, no, no. Libby, you can’t leave me. This can’t be happening. No. No. No.”
The absolute desolation in her voice tore at him, his feet veering toward her before he forced himself to stay on track. Her aroma assaulting his senses and causing him to feel her pain, her misery, and her anguish. He also felt something else washing over him . . . hatred. So strong was this emotion that a snarl tore free from his throat as he slowed his pace, his voice harsh as he cut through the almost silence. “I have been sent by the Council. Alpha Skinner, I order you and your men to stand down. Now.”
Danko stepped away, giving them both space in case of trouble, and with the looks on the faces of all the men now glaring at them it looked like things weren’t going to go smoothly. Good.
These men were the cause of the girl’s despair and Zohar was in
