Page 43 of Alpha Queen
"Is there an address in Montreal?"
Ares scanned the dozen or so documents. "No. However, this address is included, as is one in New York. A warehouse."
"You think that's where they operate out of in the US?"
Ares nodded. "Maybe."
A low growl echoed from outside, and hushed whispers of voices arguing. Ares' head snapped up, his nostrils flaring at the scent of unfamiliar wolves.
"Rogues," he snarled, already beginning to shift.
The door burst open with a crash, and five werewolves poured into the unit. Ares met them head-on, his own wolf erupting from his skin in a blur of fur and fangs. He slammed into the lead rogue, feeling ribs crack under his powerful blow.
Theo shifted a heartbeat later, smaller than Ares but quick and vicious. He darted between the legs of a hulking gray wolf, tearing at its underbelly.
The storage unit erupted into chaos. Shelves toppled over, their contents spilling across the floor. The air filled with snarls, yelps, and the metallic tang of blood. Santiago and Theo tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency. The rogues were strong, but they were shifters and no match for three Lycans.
One managed to sink its teeth into Ares' flank, eliciting a roar of fury. Ares whirled, his meaty paw connecting with the rogue's skull with a sickening crunch, and then he sank his teeth into the rogue's exposed neck.
The remaining two snarling wolves had pinned Theo. With a surge of primal instinct, he leaped across the unit, crashing into the rogues and sending them flying. Theo scrambled to his feet, panting heavily, blood matting his fur.
The end came almost as quickly as it had begun. Four rogues lay dead, and one breathed shallowly on the blood-soaked floor, Santiago's jaws at his jugular.
Ares stood over the remaining rogue, body vibrating. "Where's Titan's house? Tell me."
The rogue's eyes darted between Ares, Theo, and Santiago. "I have no idea. I was only recruited a few weeks ago. I've never seen him."
"Then who is running things here in the US?"
Again, the rogue shook his head. "I know nothing. I swear. I was told by a friend there was a new pack of rogues forming and that the new King was the Alpha of it."
"New King? I am the King. Do I look like I'm forming a new pack?"
The shifter shook his head. "Please. I swear-"
"That you know nothing. You said that. Where were you headed from here?"
"Somewhere in New York. I've been a few times, but I don't have the address or anything."
Ares shook his head. It didn't matter. If they were tasked with bringing the shipment to New York, there was only one address it could be going to.
With a swift, merciless movement, Ares snapped the rogue's neck, letting the body fall to the ground.
"We need to move," Theo said.
Ares nodded in agreement. "We also need clothes."
"I have some in the trunk," said Santiago.
Ares snatched up the now-splattered folder and headed for the exit.
"Are we going to leave all this here?" asked Theo.
"Burn it."
Theo cocked an eyebrow at him. "Gee, wherever did I put my lighter?"
Ares growled. "Then I guess we're leaving it, aren't we?"
