Page 69 of Wolf Bound

“What if they notice where your phone is located through Kira’s phone?” Demetria asked.

“They ditched her phone and Leyton’s got it.”

“Oh, good,” Demetria said.

Then Fisher and the others got into their cars and headed for the location of Reggie’s vehicle. He couldn’t believe the kidnappers were still so close by—about ten minutes away if they drove the speed limit, which they weren’t.

Hopefully, this time they could catch them.

They were driving as fast as they could to get there, multiple cars enroute, when Fisher saw two men gesticulating wildly at each other in a vacant parking lot, the clothing store there having been closed down and boarded up. Fisher drove Kira’s car straight at Oscar and Reggie. He had to keep them from going after Kira if she was in the vehicle.

Reggie turned to look to see who was barreling down on him in the vacant parking lot. He quickly took off running as the others with Fisher raced their vehicles into the parking lot and cut their engines. Oscar looked so shocked that they had been discovered that he didn’t react right away, but then ran off in the opposite direction from Reggie.

Fisher would have chased down the bastards, but he had to see to Kira’s safety. He ran over to the car and saw her sitting in the backseat, her hands secured behind her back with rope. He tried the doors, but all of them were locked.

Jack rushed over with a tool to break into the car, then broke the lock. Fisher yanked the back door open and pulled Kira into his arms. Kira’s left eye had been blackened and Fisher couldn’t have been more furious. “Who did this to you?”

“Reggie,” Kira said.

Fisher carefully cut the rope off Kira’s wrists. Once she was free, she threw her arms around him and gave him a quick hug and kiss and he kissed her and hugged her back.

“I looked up the license plate on the car and it was stolen,” Demetria said.

“That figures. Come on. We have to catch these guys. I’m turning into my wolf. You are not,” Kira said to Fisher, then climbed back into the car and began stripping off her clothes.

Fisher knew it was because she worried about his shoulder after the last time he had run and swum as a wolf. But he wasn’t losing her a second time and started stripping off his clothes.

“You aren’t supposed to run as a wolf, doctor’s orders,” she reminded him.

“I’ll heal up again. But I’m staying with you.” He threw his clothes in the car and looked her over, making sure they hadn’t hurt her anywhere else.

“We go after Reggie because he’s the leader of the pack.” Then she shifted, nipping his bare butt before she took off.

He smiled and knew she loved him. He shifted and tore after her.

“Come on,” Demetria told Jack. “Let’s disable the stolen car if Reggie or Oscar tries to return here to grab it. Then we go after them too.”

Then Fisher and Kira were out of hearing of Demetria and Jack. They raced to catch up to Reggie and hoped the others would catch Oscar. At least with their wolf speed versus human speed, they were soon passing the men who were trying to locate Reggie who had run into the wooded area where the undergrowth was formidable. Which meant he would have just as difficult a time as the other humans navigating through it. But at least they could all smell his scent filled with fear. He was no longer in charge, dictating terms, but running for his life, scared witless. And he probably didn’t know this area all that well.

Not that most of the people hunting him did either.

Kira was still ahead of Fisher, and he didn’t like that at all. If the bastard starting shooting at them, Fisher didn’t want Kira to get hit.

He tracked Reggie going off to his right and Fisher darted that way. He hoped he didn’t get shot also! His shoulder was beginning to ache, and he figured his brother would give him grief about it if he learned he had run again as a wolf. Kira was still off to Fisher’s left and then the scent stopped, and Fisher saw Reggie standing still, aiming his gun right at him. Talk about déjà vu. Only this time there wasn’t a cliff to fall off, though there was something better. A tree to dart behind. Which he did in the nick of time. Several rounds were fired off in Fisher’s direction, which would only make everyone who was after the kidnappers more determined to take the wolf down, permanently. Several of the rounds hit the trunk of the tree.

But then Fisher’s heart took a dive. What if Reggie had caught sight of Kira and was shooting at her? Fisher came out from around the other side of the tree and saw Reggie reloading. Okay, so this could be a big mistake, but he had to take Reggie down now before his bullets hit anyone who was after him.

Fisher charged Reggie while he was busy reloading his gun. Fisher was nearly close enough that he could leap onto him, but not quite. If he got too close to Reggie without being able to take him down, Reggie would be able to take a direct shot and kill Fisher this time without have any shooting skill at all.

Fisher wasn’t going to make it, damn it, but he had to give it his best attempt. Reggie raised his gun in a panic when he realized Fisher was practically on top of him. One shot, and Fisher would be dead. Until out of the corner of his eye, Fisher saw the wolf of his dreams, Kira, running as fast as she could to tackle Reggie. Which meant he could turn his gun on her and kill her instead.

Reggie suddenly heard her coming. He turned, forgetting about the male wolf threat in front of him, and aimed his weapon at Kira. Fisher leapt as far as he could go to jump on the man, to stop him from shooting Kira, and knocked him down with his powerful wolf’s body. Reggie wasn’t giving up that easily though and raised his gun to shoot Fisher, who was on top of him. Kira wasn’t going to give Reggie the chance and bit into his gun hand, crushing all the bones. Fisher knew because he heard it when they snapped, and Reggie cried out in pain. Fisher flinched a little. Not that Reggie didn’t deserve it and much worse, but Fisher knew how much that had to have hurt.

Fisher was still standing on top of Reggie’s chest, growling, letting the man know if he moved, he would bite him. Then he lifted his chin and howled to let the others know that they had him pinned down and he wasn’t going to be shooting anyone.

That’s when they heard the others who had been following him quickly join them. Jack had turned into his cougar. Demetria was her jaguar. Everyone else was in their human forms, Leyton with a pair of cuffs, the others with guns drawn.

“We’ll take it from here,” Everett said, smiling at Fisher.

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