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unruly one here a lesson on how much I do have a right to Wendy,” someone said from behind her.
    Strong hands clamped down on her shoulders. The lunewulf behind her reeked with so much outrage she drowned from the stench of it.
    “She’s my dead brother’s mate. And now she’s mine,” he whispered in her ear. “Get both of them in the truck.”
    * * * * *
    Perry glared at Johann.
    “Head home, Roth,” the pack leader said, a bit too calmly. “I’ll call you if I need you.”
    “They’re at the Amyx den. They’ve got to be. Won’t take too much if you simply head over there and explain to them that our den doesn’t approve of them having the bitches.” Frederick Rousseau, a silver-haired lunewulf , hugged his mate reassuringly while addressing the pack leader.
    “We’ve scoured the entire city. I’ve got pack members with the police force keeping an eye out for them. I’ll head over to their den. If they’re there, we’ll bring them to you.” Johann nodded to the older Rousseau couple.
    No way would Perry simply go home, being dismissed as if his services were no longer needed.
    “I’ll meet you over there.” He’d keep this simple.
    Johann headed toward his truck, giving Perry a sideways glance. “You’ve known her a day, Roth. You’re running on too many emotions right now. That’s not what I need in a tracker.”
    Perry wouldn’t honor the comment with a response. Storming over to his Expedition, he climbed in and stuffed the key in the ignition. Responding to Rousseau’s comment would have brought a lie from him. He’d deny such emotions. And he wouldn’t insult his pack leader like that. His emotions were running strong. A little lunewulf bitch had gotten under his skin. He needed to find her, know where she was. Never had his protector’s instinct coursed through his blood with such vengeance.
    Gripping his steering wheel, he hated Rousseau for being right. The emotions that tore at him must smell worse than yesterday’s trash. In as little as twenty-four hours, he’d fallen hard for a bitch who shouldn’t appeal to him at all. Headstrong and disobedient, she’d run from him and then managed to disappear. He’d combed the neighborhood looking for her after she left her den. No werewolf got away from him. Yet she’d managed it. Within blocks of her house he’d lost her scent. He’d combed the area, covering well over twenty blocks of neighborhood and hadn’t found her. After a couple of hours he knew that she’d obviously gone in an opposite direction from him, and had hightailed back to where he’d initially lost her scent.
    His common practice when losing the scent of a werewolf he tracked would be to start questioning nearby dens, see who’d seen them last. But Johann had called him, bringing him in. He’d been forced to give up looking for her.
    After watching her kick ass while taking on the Amyx den, he almost pitied the fools if they had managed to take her to their den. She’d tear the place apart.
    Maybe time to clear his head would do him some good. He knew her scent still lingered on him. It had driven him nuts most of the day. Johann would have smelled her on him, would have known he’d fucked her. Not that he’d deny that. Hell, he couldn’t wait to have her again.
    By the time he reached his cabin, he’d convinced himself a nap was in order. Being up all night and then not enjoying his usual respite the first half of the day had to be affecting his line of thinking. No female got under his skin this fast, or this hard. And hard was an understatement. His cock had throbbed throughout the day thinking about where Jaynie might have disappeared to and what he’d do once he found her.
    After a quick shower, he collapsed on his bed, her smell wrapping around him as he closed his eyes. No way would he fall asleep any time soon.
     
    It took a few minutes for him to register that his phone was ringing. Grumbling, he rolled onto his back, the pressure in his