Page 98 of Feral Werewolves

Followhim.

After he just got done saying, not very long ago, that he could not be the werewolf boss of this place.

I finally got to him, and I took him by the shoulders and shook him. “What the fuck?” was all I managed.

He kissed me.

In front of everyone, which… there was a point in time where maybe I would have cared if it looked like I had a homosexual relationship that was likethat, but he was now whatever he was.ThePaladin, and they were all following him and talking about him like he was some hero. I guessed if he wanted to kiss a man like that, he could do what he wanted.

I rested my forehead on his shoulder and groaned. “What the fuck?”

“There’s more coming,” he said into my ear. “We ran out of cars, but almost everyone left.”

“I thought you couldn’t be the boss.”

“I was thinking you’d do it,” he said.

I lifted my head from his shoulder and shook it furiously. “No. For fuck’s sake, no.”

He considered. “Okay, well, we’ll work this out.”

“Paladin,” I growled. “Do you think before you act?”

“I’m realizing I do my best work on the fly,” he said with a little grin, and he was gorgeous.

I kissed him again.

He clutched both sides of my face and looked into myeyes in that desperate way of his.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“Clementine?” he said.

“With Lazarus,” I said. “You want me to take you to them?”

“Yes,” said Paladin. “But I need to find Liam first, tell him what’s coming down the pike.”

clementine

I WORMED MYway closer to Paladin, despite whatever it was that Lazarus was saying. I needed to get to Paladin, because it had come to my attention that Lazarus and Kestrel had lost their damned minds.

I wasn’t sure why Paladin would be on my side, but I knew he would be. I didn’t want to run, to leave the farmhouse, to strike off into the unknown wilderness, far away from the gate. I didn’t want that at all.

We were outside on the lawn outside Liam’s farmhouse. It was dark. There were swarms of people everywhere. Men were reuniting with their mates, holding them close. But for every beautiful reunion, there was another woman who was finding out her mate had been killed the night before, and she was sitting on the grass, sobbing into another woman’s arms, someone who’d also lost her mate.

Added to that, there were a ton of other wolves appearing. They all seemed to be defectors from Red’s compound, and they were showing up now on foot, walking towards the house in groups of three or four.

“I just don’t get why you brought them here,” Liam was saying. “I never wanted to erect myself as the de facto focal point for the rebellion against Red. If Red comes here, if he hurts Wendy, I’m putting that on your head.” Wendy was his mate. He had his arm around her, even now, and she was gazing up at him with a look of pure adoration on her face.

“Okay, I get that,” said Paladin, “and I see your position. But Red is busy with Griff right now, so it’s not a big deal.And anyway, maybe Griff just takes back over, who knows.”

“No one wants Griff,” said Liam. “They want you. Take them to your fucking farmhouse. They can sleep on your porch and in your bathtubs.”

Lazarus tugged on me. “Paladin, we need to talk,” he said.

I pushed Lazarus away and vaulted myself at Paladin.

He lit up when he saw me. “Clementine,” he breathed.

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