Chapter 38

Damon, his canines bared, growling furiously, grabbed his collar again and heaved him to his feet, setting him down so hard his ankle twisted beneath him.

He made a show of wiping the dirt from his face and running his fingers through his hair. He lifted his head, spitting blood. He didn’t want to kill the poor, inexperienced mutt. He wanted to take him there alive. But it seemed impossible.

He started forward. Alex wheeled and sprinted for the far corner of the store. A mutt always stands his ground and fights. A Pack werewolf knows when to run like hell or use magic to get his way out.

They were ordered to lure the mutt into a quiet place where they could get hold of him without much ado, far away from people’s faces. But he wasn’t stupid enough to not kill it if the need arose. He knew when to take his shots.

He scrambled to his feet, but it was too late. Again, Damon lunged and caught him by the back of the shirt. This time, he swung him off the ground. H