Page 21 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

My stomach clenched.

This was bad, wasn’t it?

Rocco hung up, and growled, “Seatbelts on,” before he pulled out of the gas station and gunned it toward the road.

I struggled with my seatbelt as Del demanded, “What happened?”

“Ryder’s wolf found the guy and his friend on their way into town. He ran them off the road, and they rolled a few times. The wolf’s been trying to tear their car open for a few minutes—one of the guys was lucid enough to call and report it. The cops are on their way, but they know they won’t be able to stop the wolf.”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

I was going to have to stop him.

But, how?

Rocco explained, “The humans think he’s just a rabid animal who smells their blood right now, and we need to keep it that way. You’re going to have to lure Ryder’s wolf away from them and convince him to shift back.”

“Cool. Yep. Got it,” I managed.

Shit, this was intense.

What was I going to do?

How was I going to do it?

This was not ideal. Not ideal at all.

But what choice did I have other than to figure it out?

None.

No choice.

Maybe I should’ve seen this coming though, given the wildness of Ryder’s wolf. Ryder’s wolf had always been a sigma, but after he was rejected, he became a sigma without a pack. And a sigma with a pack was the troublemaker, so a sigma without a pack was…

Savage, I guess.

“If you just get naked and run away, I’m sure the wolf will follow you. Werewolf bastards can’t resist their mates’ nudity—if just to make sure you aren’t showing that nudity to anyone else,” Del offered oh-so-helpfully.

“Nice to know you’ve got such a high opinion of us werewolf bastards,” Rocco teased her, flashing her a tight, worried smile.

My gaze focused on the trees as we flew down the road, not really hearing the teases Del and Rocco tossed back and forth.

Ryder’s wolf had taken over completely. And I’d never seen a man or woman so… beastly. His eyes flashed to red, not because his wolf was trying to take over, but because he was speaking through his human. Either to me, or… I didn’t know.

But I’d never seen anything like that before.

And I wasn’t sure whether I loved it, or hated it, or had a neutral feeling about it.

There was the possibility that the wolf would relax after mine bit him, but that wasn’t a guarantee.

Could I live with a guy whose wolf had so much sway over the human?

How was that even possible?

I’d met thousands of werewolves, I’d grown up in a town full of them, and this was still an unknown.

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