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He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back across his
blood-soaked leathers.
    He
stared down at her, resisting the urge to push her hair away from her face. The
ruby eye on the ring glowed, its heat stinging his flesh just as it had done
whenever he’d looked down at her on the ride home.
    If
only Talia, his pack’s healer, was here. Not only would he know that the girl’s
life was in good hands, but Talia had a way of getting into human minds. There
was much she could tell Rafe about the woman the Slayer had wanted enough to
mark.
    But
Talia wasn’t here. Instead, she was being held captive by his brother. Which
meant Rafael would have to care for the woman, and that meant taking
unnecessary risks.
    Rafael
cursed. “Damn you, Lucien!” And damn himself for falling for Lucien’s schemes.
It was his fault Talia was locked away in the dragon’s lair.
    Recognizing
how his thoughts had spiraled, Rafe mentally shook himself. He didn’t have time
for this, and neither did the woman. Grabbing her up to him, he toed the
kickstand out from under the bike, cut the engine, and stood, bringing the
injured woman with him.
    “Anton,”
Rafael called over his shoulder. “Release the Berserkers.”
    “Are
you mad?” Anton screeched.
    Rafael
sighed. In another place and time, he might have laughed his ass off at his
sergeant at arms’ squealing. Or, more likely, he’d have cut him down so low for
questioning his authority that Anton would’ve been fodder for the omegas of the
pack. But Anton was not his concern at the moment. Saving the girl in his arms
was, and so was sealing the compound from all threats, especially that of the
Slayers, who would know of Viktor’s death by now and likely come charging in
with a vengeance.
    Rafael
growled low. “Do as I said.” He kicked open the front door to the clubhouse.
His eyes instantly adjusted to the darkness, yet he didn’t need a light to
navigate the large room. Even if his night vision hadn’t been so sharp, he
could navigate the entire compound blindfolded.
    “Alert
the pack,” he called to Anton, who had not moved since he’d dismounted his
bike. “Stay within the compound walls until dusk tomorrow.”
    Anton
called out to Nazz and JorDon, his right and left arms, informing them of
Rafael’s command. Incredulous voices drifted to Rafael.
    It
was rare that the Berserkers were released outside of the compound walls, and
even then, it happened only when Rafe was there to supervise. There was nothing
living or dead that could survive even a scratch from one of them. Their fangs
were hollow and filled with such toxic venom that even a drop of it into a
bloodstream would render the victim paralyzed. What the Berserker did after
that was what nightmares were made of. Rafe was the only creature that could
command a Berserker. As he was alpha, the mutant wolves had to obey him or die.
    A
jolt of fire sparked on his finger, and he looked down at the ruby eye of the
ring. Fenrir could learn a trick or two from his Berserkers. They came to heel
at his first whistle. They owed him their lives. They obeyed. So, one day,
would Fenrir.
    “Rafael?”
Anton called from the doorway. “You must give them their command. Otherwise,
they’ll run loose through the woods and destroy every living thing!”
    Rafael
halted in midstep and readjusted the slippery body in his arms. He put his
fingers to his lips and, in several short, earsplitting whistles, he called to
the Berserkers. He was immediately rewarded with loud snarling barks from the
other side of the compound.
    “Open
the gate to the outside. They will obey. I’m going to my rooms. Do not disturb
me unless you have no recourse.”
    Anton
nodded. Once the Berserkers were released to patrol the outside perimeter,
Anton and the rest of the pack would see to the security of their own homes
within the high concertina wired steel block walls. Since the day after his
parents’ deaths, the walls had held against several Slayer