Chapter 18. That Fucker

Randall Meechum's POV

LaCrosse Pack House

Tania, the poor child who had been taken captive at fourteen and suffered four years of unspeakable hell, was my little brother's mate.

Fuck.

He had to come back here, we needed to talk. "Come back here, we need to tell them about this and I'm not going to do it." I looked over at the room. "Bobby went for a run. His wolf gets upset when we talk about what happened and he needed to let it out."

Alpha Clark stood up, his wolf was forward as well. "I think it would be good if all our wolves got out for a few minutes. Please, join me for a short run. We have much more to talk about, and my wolf is making it difficult because he just wants to run to Tomah and kill that bastard right now." I followed him and his leadership out of the room, and we pulled off our clothes and stacked them on the porch before shifting. My wolf shook out his fur, he was silver-grey with a black saddle and muzzle. Bobby ran up as I jump