able to take Jax.”
Don shook his head, his expression
troubled.
“Don, what are you saying?” Reed
asked worriedly.
“Carlos can’t fight for no longer
than ten to fifteen minutes at the most.” Don’s blue eyes were grim. “He’s
always had problems with his cholesterol levels, Reed. It got worse after you
left, and it doesn’t help he has a weak heart.”
Reed swallowed hard. How could he
forget? Wasn’t he with Carlos years ago at the doctor’s office?
He turned away from Don’s gaze and
back to the fight. Both beasts growled and lunged at each other, intent on
aiming at each other’s throat. They were both covered in bloody scrapes.
Carlos’s left flank was bleeding furiously, and Jax was limping slightly with a
gash covering his right eye.
“How long has it been?” Reed was
afraid to know, but he had to ask.
“Roughly ten minutes,” Ricky
answered unhelpfully.
Reed could almost hear the seconds
ticking in his head. He could see Carlos’s movements were beginning to slow,
and he was panting more. The two Alphas circled each other, and he couldn’t
help notice Jax’s menacing stare or the way he’d ran his long tongue across the
points of his canines.
The yips, howls, and hollers from
the watching wolves faded away.
Jax
knows Carlos is growing weaker by the second. He’s counting on Carlos to grow
desperate and attack.
Seeing Carlos’s aggressive and
ready stance and the glint in Jax’s remaining good eye, Reed yelled, “Carlos!
Careful!”
Carlos broke away from the passive
circling and went on the offensive. Jax nimbly danced away, only to barrel
straight into his mate. Seeing Jax lock his jaws around Carlos’s neck, Reed let
out a hoarse cry.
The primal and instinct to defend
his mate arose inside him. Reed began to reach out for his own beast, but Don
gripped his bruised shoulder in warning.
“Carlos isn’t done, Reed.”
“I can’t leave him to die,” Reed
retorted, flinging his hand away.
“If you help Carlos, it would only
weaken his position. Reed, don’t you trust in your mate? Carlos may have heart
problems, but he’s stronger than he was before.”
Numbly, Reed realized Don was
right. Interfering was probably the least wise decision he could make. If he
interfered, Jax would win by default. Time slowed to a crawl. Waiting and
watching helplessly on the sidelines while his mate fought on his behalf was
one of the worst things he ever had to endure.
A growl filled with sheer rage and
frustration tore out of Carlos’s throat. Jax had tackled him to the ground. In
seconds, Jax would be able to rip his throat out. The air around the circle
seemed to shift, seemed to shimmer with heat.
A howl tore from Don and then from
Ricky. More howls joined the pair. All of the howls came from the wolves of the
New Haven Pack. They erupted into a single haunting and unified wolf song, silencing
and humbling the rest of the Starr Mountain Pack wolves.
Carlos was drawing upon the
strength of his wolves, Reed realized, and each of them freely lent him their
strength without being asked. Jax wouldn’t be able to draw on the power of his
own pack because his pack bonds were corrupted.
He could see Jax’s ears flatten,
and the moment the Alpha let his guard down. It was only a fraction of a
second, but it was enough for Carlos to tear himself from Jax’s teeth. Fur tore
and ripped, but Carlos didn’t seem to care about the pain. Moments later, their
positions were reversed.
Carlos didn’t hesitate. His razor
sharp teeth only latched themselves on Jax’s throat and tore it out.
“He won,” Reed whispered.
“Told you he
would.” Don grinned, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “It’s your
turn now, Reed.”
“My turn?”
“To do what none of us can. Cuddle
and bully Carlos into your tender loving care.”
Ricky snorted. “I’d pay to see
something like that.”
“Would you now?”
Reed excused himself from the pair to
run to his injured mate. With Jax