Chapter 32

Kyp

I stood there, stunned, jaw smarting, the door slammed in my face. What happened?

Stumbling as I backed down the steps to the gravel of the driveway, I slowly turned, wondering what to do next. Obviously, something major had gone down. And Rachel thought it was my fault. I took a deep breath as painful flashbacks of the fire pit and my first crush wormed their way into my brain. I shook my head. Rachel wasn’t Avis. Wolf was just as confused as I was.

Images started flitting into my head. Gasping in shock, I realized that I was seeing Rachel’s thoughts—memories. What had happened to her. Wolf stood and snarled, the faces of Rachel’s tormentors clearly pictured in my mind’s eye. My blood boiled and a growl ripped from my throat. I didn’t care who they were. Rachel was mine—my pack. Turning on my heel, I marched toward the neighborhood below the cabin. No one was going to mess with my pack. No one would touch Rachel again.

Getting ahold of myself about halfway down the gravel road to Dominic’s house, I yanked my shirt off over my head, dragged my shoes and pants off, heedless of any eyes that may have been watching.

Tipping my head to the moon, I let the change fall over me, relishing the sharp sensation of fur along my back, and the piercing of my fangs as they jutted through my mouth. I’d be using them soon.

Scooping my clothes in my mouth, I took off back down the road at a fast clip. My anger built, fueling me, sending a steaming cloud of fury roiling through me.

Images continued to float through my brain, some the same ones I’d seen already, others new pieces of the story.

A low growl slipped between my teeth. Whoever the two guys were, they reminded me of one reason I’d hated living in the Kentucky pack. They used people. I was done being used, and no one in my pack would be used against their will either.

Houses came into view. Clenching my teeth at the need for skin, I shifted back and quickly dressed. Unsure how best to proceed to find my targets, I took a quick stroll down the sidewalk.

Luck was with me and I hadn’t gone more than a block and a half before two shapes matching the ones in my head emerged at the mouth of the woods at the far side of the subdivision.

Sniffing, I caught their scents and approached. They glanced up from whatever had them occupied as I drew nearer.

“Who are you?” the tall one asked.

“The Alpha. You messed with my pack.”

The fat one sneered.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tell me about after school today.” My voice echoed with restrained power and Wolf puffed his chest inside me, straightening my back and widening my stance.

A growl meant as bravado but interlaced with fear tinged the air as the pair of them turned fully to face me.

“There are two of us and one of you. I don’t care if you’re an Alpha.” The blond one clenched his fists.

A smirk bearing no amusement twisted my lips. “I’ll take my chances.”