Page 363 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

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He stationedtwo of his wolves outside Tabitha’s house to watch for the Inquisition, though he didn’t think they’d arrive that night. After a quick stop at home to wash, Jarrad was about to check in on his mate when the phone rang.

“All good here, Jarrad.”

He almost sighed with relief at his Beta’s words. There was no one he’d trust more with his mate than Kyle. “I just took over from Lance. Sleep for a bit and you can sub me in the morning.” The fireman hesitated, then plunged on. “Did you stop the leak?”

“No,” Jarrad growled. “Not entirely. It’d run too much before I could plug it. Though it won’t be leaking again anytime soon.” And that’s what it meant to be Alpha—you protected your own, no matter the personal cost.

He could still smell the fear woven with the metallic aroma of blood. He’d killed people tonight, a fact that made his stomach turn, even though he’d known it was the only option. But worse was the fact that part of him enjoyed it. His wolf revelled in the hunt, yet the human despaired of the loss of human life. No one should have to be so torn between the two aspects of their nature. So Jarrad took it all on himself.

“Do you need me to send someone to clean it up?” Thank the Moon for his ever-practical Beta. He’d been so lost in his thoughts; it hadn’t occurred to him.

“Definitely. Send the techies in too. They’ll need to wipe that computer.”

“Will do. See you in the morning.”

Tomorrow was a new day. The first he’d have with his mate and her pup.Theirpup, if she accepted him. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, spirit soaring. Finally, he had something to live for beyond duty. And there was no way the Inquisition would take that away from him.

Jarrad would show them what it meant to the pack’s enemy.

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