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from the other pair of pants. Confirming she had cash on her, she extended her hand. “Why don’t you show me the way to town. I’d love to buy you some dinner and if we’re lucky, maybe we can get some ice cream, too.”
    Keen placed his moist palm with in hers and tugged her toward he door. Light flooded the foyer when she opened the door. They walked out through the doorway, arms swinging.

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    Chapter Six
    His men remained silent as he spoke to Roman. Rhys flexed his hand, allowing razor-sharp claws to appear at will before they retracted into the pads of his fingers. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the speaker centered on the table, wishing it was the man there instead of the voice pouring from the device.
    “I want to make sure I understand what you’re telling me, Roman.
    You’re the fucking Alpha of the Black Mountain pack and you have no control over your betas?
    “My ranks are in order. Wallis took a few days for himself,” Roman responded coolly. “Surely you’re not so insecure about your leadership that you wouldn’t allow one of your clansmen a little freedom?” Rhys pursed his lips at the dig. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about. Um, how many of your men have moved on to other packs again?”
    “The Black Mountain pack is solid,” Roman answered defensively.
    “But if having one of my men in your midst makes you…uncomfortable, then I’ll contact him and order him home.” He snickered. “I’d hate for Wallis to scare your boys.”
    Rhys stood abruptly. The chair rolled backward, and he bent over the table. His mouth a mere inches from the black apparatus as he spoke. “Do you really want to push me on this, Roman? If anything happens to any of my people, let me make this clear—I will wipe your ass of the face of that mountain you like to hide on.” He stabbed the disconnect button with his finger.
    Conversations commenced all around Rhys as his men tried to talk over each other. Wallis was a high-ranking member of Roman’s pack. He wouldn’t just show up in another shifter’s domain without a good reason and ignore the protocols. Every shifter knew you didn’t trespass on another’s home territory without introducing yourself to the alpha. The 39

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    truce between Volkshire and Black Mountain was tenuous at best. Wallis was in no way so stupid to do something to break the pact. Rhys rolled his shoulders. Roman had made a move in the very real and lethal game of chess they played. Now he just had to figure out exactly what the damn wolf was up to.
    The door was shoved open and Lori stood in the doorway, short of breath. She shifted her gaze back and forth. Her lips were moving but no sound escaped through them. Rhys quickly tapped down the anxiety that slithered through his belly. He opened his mouth, a question on his lips, when Lori spoke first.
    “Is Keen here?”
    “I haven’t seen him since I left him playing in the yard,” Myka answered.
    Rhys narrowed his eyes. “Where is my son, Lori?” His stare lingered on her, noting her body language. The way she wrung her hands belayed fear.
    “I don’t know.” Lori swallowed and dragged her gaze away to stare at his boots.
    “For the love of God woman, how hard is it to watch a child who has barely turned six?” Colin yelled.
    She flinched. “I was watching him,” she pleaded. Her gaze returned to meet Rhys. “I turned my head for a second to answer a question, and when I looked back he was gone.”
    Rhys chest heaved as he tried to dislodge the heaviness forming in it.
    It felt like hundreds of rocks were tumbling down on him. He dropped his head back and bayed at the Fates. Conversations stopped. When he opened his eyes, all color had bled from his vision. He looked at his men, settling his gaze on Myka.
    “Wallis.” They spoke the man’s name in unison.
    Lori was smashed up against the wood panel when Rhys moved past her. He didn’t spare a glance back at her.