The Bucklin Wolves Next Generation: Revelations by Jessica Ryan Read Free Book Online Page A

thing she had to a weapon was a pair of scissors she had packed in her first aid kit to cut any bandages she had to wrap. She spun them around in her hand so that she could stab down and began to head out into the grass. Once again the situation had completely clouded her better judgment.
    For the first time in her life all the numbers and statistics in her head had taken a backseat to cold, hard instinct. She was completely focused on Seth and nothing else. That would prove to be her ultimate undoing. She never noticed the other one sneaking up behind her. The only indication that she wasn’t alone was when she felt the cold, hard barrel of a shotgun being forced into the small of her back as she heard the deadly click synonymous with this type of gun being cocked.
    “Don’t fucking move, lady,” a woman’s voice said. “If you try to shift I will blow your spine out the front of your stomach. This thing’s filled with silver slugs.”
     

Chapter 6
    Seth rolled through the attack, managing to plant his paws on the ground and push as he slung the larger intruder off of him. It was a pissed-off looking wolf with a familiar scent. He knew the fight wasn’t in his best interest, but his half-brother was worked into a frenzy.
    He thinks I’m a wild wolf intruding on his territory, Seth realized as he tried to take control of his rage-filled wolf mind. The wolf was fighting on instinct and if he didn’t grab the reins good and hard, then they were both going to end up bleeding out here in the field. He knew Rowan was a badass, one of the strongest wolves in history, but Seth was no slouch in a fight either. There would be no winners.
    Rowan growled and leapt at him again, trying to pin him to the ground so he could close his powerful jaws around Seth’s throat and end the fight quickly—just as Seth had done to the cougar earlier today. That moment seemed a hundred years ago.
    Seth ducked the ill-timed leap and rolled out of the way again, but this time he forced himself to shift as he rolled across the ground. It wasn’t easy to shift when you were moving, and he had done it three times today with his only meal being burned trout that he had caught from the river before they headed out. His energy was sapped from so many shifts and from forcing the pissed-off wolf he shared a mind and body with back into the recesses of his brain.
    Now he was completely naked, with no weapons, staring down the biggest wolf he had ever seen. Rowan had always been an impressive man and an impressive wolf. He was the alpha’s true son, not Aster. Aster had only become alpha because Rowan had refused the command. Aster had never been as strong as Rowan and he had known it during his entire rule—it was why Rowan was his top enforcer.
    “Rowan, stop,” Seth barked, still crouched low, not wanting to rise to his full height. Rowan might take it as a challenge if he did that.
    The wolf stopped and cocked its head as he said its human name. Just as quickly as it recognized him, it melted back into anger and began to snarl and circle Seth.
    “Please, just hear me out,” Seth said. “I’m not here to cause you any problems. I don’t want to fight you, brother. Just hear me out. I’ve come in peace, brother. You have to believe me.”
    Rowan snapped and growled, taking a few lunging steps at Seth in hopes of getting him to freak out, but he held his ground and remained crouched with his eyes on the ground, refusing to make any kind of contact that would be misconstrued as a challenge.
    “I’m not here to fight, brother. I’m here to talk—about Bucklin. Please.”
    The man who rose up before him had always been an impressive sight to Seth. Even in his grief and depression over losing his sister, he had been intimidating. It was strange; Seth had never desired a relationship with his half-sister—the only thing he had ever sought was the approval of his half-brother.
    “Why do you keep calling me brother?” Rowan asked. It was