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disrespect me and there won’t be consequences. I suggest you find new stomping grounds really quickly, Mason Jericho, or I am going to break your neck in three distinct places and smile in joy when the light fades from your eyes.” Letting go, she allowed the now blue toned wolf to drop to his forearms, gasping for breath.
    With a deep inhale, she turned to look at Ransom and Maddox who were silently standing by, trying not to make any sudden moves as her eyes glittered from brown, to amber, to the brightest canine gold and back again. “Occasionally I have a problem with pests. As you can see, I’m capable of dealing with said pests.”
    “Unh-hunh.” He and Maddox murmured together.
    “That’s not an issue the two of you will have to worry about during your stay though. I’ve made sure of that.”
    “Unh-hunh.” They repeated again.
    “Hopefully you’ll take full advantage of all the amenities Wilder Lodge has to offer before our meeting, getting a chance to relax.”
    “Unh-hunh.”
    Fallon gave a curt nod before stepping over the prone, groaning bodies of what had to be her enemies and walking on.
    Ransom started to follow and when his brother drew in a breath to speak, he held up a hand, stopping him. “Don’t...just... don’t...”
     
     

Chapter 5
     
             
    “Get up.” Mason Jericho snarled at his youngest brother, gripping him by the collar of his shirt to pull him off the concrete as he watched the headlights of that Wilder bitch’s vehicle fade.
    Rubbing his throat, he tried to tamp down on the urge to chase that truck down and...do what? He had no fucking game plan here, just knew he hated Fallon with everything in him. The cunt walked around like she owned more than just the land her family had stolen from his.
    Mason’s fists clenched at his sides. He’d had to scrap and fight for everything he’d gotten and something that didn’t even rightfully belong to her had fallen into her lap— his birthright. Long before Jericho land—a fourth of Glenwood springs—had been taken from his pack, his father’s father had been next in line to inherit it and so on. Eventually it would’ve reached him and he would’ve been not only an alpha but an alpha with substantial territory to call his own. Because of her family, because of her, The Jerichos were low on the totem pole of superior packs.
    He hadn’t gotten his father fatally injured for nothing goddammit! That land was supposed to be his!
    As a red wolf his kind was naturally smaller but they had numbers which compensated for the lack of physical stature yet she didn’t seem to be the least bit intimidated that Mason’s pack was almost sixty strong, the males outnumbering the females two to one. It was an insult that she’d not only humiliated him just moments ago but she’d turned her back on him; as if he weren’t even threat enough to be concerned about. As if she didn’t think he’d have the gall to attack her. She needed to know that he had more than just the gall! That he wasn’t afraid of her!
    “I’m going to kill her...” Mason whispered, eyes staring off at something that only he could see—the visual of Fallon slowly bleeding out on her precious land as he stood over her, jugular hanging from the tips of his claws.
    “What?” Aaron questioned, voice nasal due to the fact that his nose had been broken for the third time this month. The last time was attributed to that bitch’s pets. They’d caught him and Aaron sniffing around the lodge, looking for weak spots. Running into her today was unintentional. He and Aaron had a hustle going with tourists. They’d sell them some story about giving them a proper tour, take their cash, and give them some shitty, poetic display of downtown before making their way back to Glenwood Springs.
    Their pussy of an older brother Brody thought himself too good for any of this; too good to fight for what was rightfully theirs. The consummate golden pup, that one was.