Free to Love (The Tribe MC: Chase of Prey Book 3) by Heather West Read Free Book Online

with furniture that had been covered with dusty sheets.
    As she lay sprawled on the floor, Cara saw more light splitting the backyard where the RVs were parked. She heard shouts and saw a flickering blue light: a protective spell around the RV that held the children. That was one worry off her mind — not even cops could breach those spells.
    The screams outside became worse and suddenly doors were being wrenched open. More people flooded into the house: cop, Tribe and Fallen that had been outside the RVs.
    Sebastian shoved Cara down behind a couch near a window. “Stay there!” he commanded, but she bounced to her feet and followed him as he ran back out to the main part of the house.
    What he saw and heard made him stop so suddenly that she ran right into his back, her nose meeting the nape of his neck with a hard thud that sent her staggering backwards with one hand to her face.
    A man wearing a DEA jacket was babbling almost incoherently, holding out his arm, his sleeve shredded to reveal a large, ragged wound bleeding profusely. “There’s wolves out there!” he cried. “I swear to God to keep they’re wolves as pets!”
    Sebastian turned to Detective Johnson and said, “If you want to live, and if you want to see these men live, listen to me now. It’s not the Fallen. There are rogues about, and dozens of them at that. It’s an open rebellion, they’ve declared war on us and the Tribe. This man has been bitten by a rogue. We both know the consequences of that.”
    The bitten man blinked a few times and asked, “What do you mean? What are the consequences? What the fuck is going on here?”
    Detective Johnson shot him.
    Many other cops shrank back against the wall; those who did not were clearly the Hunters. Detective Johnson finally spoke, his voice quiet but deadly. “There are things happening here that you would never believe. But they’re real. Give it a few minutes. It will convince you when he gets up and walks.”
    Cara stared at the man. “Are you insane?” she shrieked. “You’re going to let him return? We’ll be in the house with a rogue!”
    He gave her a crooked smile and said, “There are fifty or sixty of us in here. If we can’t kill one rogue we don’t deserve to live.”
    “I guess that makes sense.” Cara dug a toe into the rug and stared at Sebastian who shrugged. He had probably been thinking the same thing before the damn detective said it. It had to be a guy thing. No woman in her right mind would ever turn a rogue loose in the living room simply to prove that there was such a thing as rogues.
    The man on the floor began to twitch and spasm. One of the other cops shouted, “You just didn’t kill him, that’s all! You crazy bastard, I’m going to have your ass in a sling when we get back to the precinct!”
    “Just watch.” Detective Johnson’s voice was hard and his body shifted slightly.
    When the DEA agent lurched to his feet, his face already changing, he was roaring in hunger and scrabbling at his own flesh, attempting to tear it off more quickly so that he could transform.
    One of the police officers, a pretty young woman, screamed and backed against a wall. Her gun went off, firing uselessly into the opposite wall. Cara ran to her and snatched the gun out of her hands, shouting, “The last thing on earth we need is for you to kill actual people, dumb-ass!”
    Detective Johnson pulled his gun out and shot the rogue. It went down with a thump and he re-holstered the gun.
    “That is not a regular Wolf,” Sebastian said tersely. “That is a rogue. It will get back up unless you sever its head.”
    “I’ve been hunting for ten years. I think I hunted you, as a matter of fact.” Detective Johnson’s dark eyes were cold as he stared at Sebastian.
    “I’m not sure what that says about your skills, given that you’re standing right next to me and still haven’t caught me.”
    Before the two men could come to blows, the rogue leaped back into life, grabbing