Page 118 of Feral Mates
The beginning of a larger pack.
Their bodies buzzed with electricity, eager to get me alone, including for very carnal reasons. In truth, I couldn’t wait aswell, but… Not until we reached Montana. A girl had to control her men to some degree.
“Not nearly enough. Stay as long as you like. I was thinking about selling the place since I never go there. It’s just not the same after my wife died. Just think of the place as yours.” He glanced toward my wolves, shaking his head as a smile crossed his face. “You boys more than held your own. Very impressive last night.”
“We did what we needed to do to keep… Savannah alive.”
I almost laughed at Kai’s clipped answer. While Mark and even the other men in his tightly knit circle had handled seeing the wolves and other beasts fairly well, Kai knew better than to push the limit by telling him I was their mate. That would blow his mind.
“Yes, well, I’d have you on my team any time.”
“Your buddies weren’t so bad themselves,” I said, still aching inside. Not from physical pain, but from knowing that the lifeforms had realized exactly what was about ready to happen to them.
“You’re right. Not so bad for a bunch of old men.”
“You could be asked questions,” Roman said from across the room.
Mark lifted a single eyebrow. “You underestimate us, son. There won’t be any connections. The facility was left in tatters.”
This time I did laugh. “Let’s just hope it stays that way.” At least with Thanatos’ death, I doubted the other scientists would dare try to continue and the board of directors was nowhere to be seen. They’d likely refuse to come out of hiding. Not after thenews broke of what had occurred both at the refuge and at the laboratory.
My little gift to the world.
We’d be long gone when the news broke.
Once what Thanatos had done was exposed, then perhaps I would be able to breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps.
“Get out of here. Montana is a long drive. I was thinking. Not a bad place to create a new pack. That is what you call it when a group of wolves get together. Right?” He was grinning. Of course he knew what it was called.
“Montana,” Apollo repeated. “We might be able to do that.”
A sudden blip on the television caught our attention. We’d wanted to hear what was being said about the explosion.
“In late breaking news, we have a confirmed report that the headquarters of Blackwell Industries was destroyed in a massive fire late last night. While it is still under investigation, early reports indicate a surge in the power grid was behind the massive structure fire. In addition, the Serenity Wildlife Refuge was burned to the ground only hours later. The police are investigating whether the two incidents are connected. We’ll keep you updated when we receive any other development.”
“The refuge burned?” I asked and glanced at my wolves.
“Not by our hands.”
Mark grinned. “Let’s just say there were some very upset soldiers when they heard about what was happening to animals in that facility.”
Shaking my head, I actually breathed a sigh of relief. I was worried that Thanatos would prove he’d become a full-fledged vampire and come back to life. Now we didn’t need to worry.
Vampires weren’t immune to fire.
“You’re too good to me,” I told him and squeezed the envelope.
“Keep the clothes, boys. The ladies might like to see you in the buff, but it’s not polite behavior.”
For the first time since I’d known him, Apollo broke out in a smile. I acted shocked and without thinking or any hesitation, he smacked me on the bottom. Right in front of Mark. I could only imagine what he’d tell my father.
My father, my first hero and he always would be.
Yet, I had three more. Big, buff, rough wolves who just happened to be the sexiest men I’d ever laid eyes on.
A little over two days later, we arrived in Missoula. Mark was right. The town we drove through was quaint and people waved. They didn’t care who we were or that we were new to town. They acted as if they were happy to see us there.
The boys had done most of the driving, encouraging me to sleep while we’d mostly driven straight through.
