Chapter 2

Fred stared down at the woman before him. The girl who she’d tried to bargain for was whimpering off in the corner. He really couldn’t give a shit about anyone in the pack, but this woman’s scent drew him to her. There was no evil on her person whereas the rest of the whole pack was riddled with it. He wouldn’t be satisfied until all of them were fucking dead and he was burning their bodies to piles of ash.

“Am I supposed to speak staring at the floor?” she asked.

“What’s your name?” Fred asked. Max had a hold of her hair as he pressed her to the floor. His man was putting on a good show, which Fred was proud of. All of his pack was doing the best they could in the current situation. He was holding his shit together. Glancing at the blonde girl behind him, Fred walked closer. The girl couldn’t be older than fourteen, and she didn’t have the same scent as the rest of the pack. Grabbing a chunk of her hair Fred inhaled her fragrance. The girl was innocent, but she was still a member of the pack and he’d made sure to rid the world of them.

“I’m Jane,” the girl said, looking terrified.

“I’m not talking to you.” Turning away, he went to the woman bowed on the floor. Replacing his hand within her hair, he moved for Max to grab the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Ava.” She had dark brown hair, and he noted it was silky to the touch. Even with his anger tightening inside him, he noticed the feel of her hair, and the intoxicating scent coming off her as well.

Glancing out at the crowd Fred saw the anger and revulsion as they looked at the woman on stage. No one liked this Ava, and it seemed she was the only one prepared to spare the youngest girl, Jane.

Lifting her head back he stared into her dark brown depths. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair. She was scared, but she tried to hide it. “You’re not a full wolf,” he said, inhaling her skin.

“I was bitten coming out of work,” she said. Her hands were out on the ground, holding herself up. She bit her lip, clearly not happy with talking to him.

He returned his gaze toward the pack. They hated the fact they’d taken her in. “None of them care about you,” he said, lifting her to her feet. Fred got a good look at her. Even if she’d smelled all wolf, Fred would have known she wasn’t. Her body gave her away. Full blooded women were incapable of being full with lush tits like hers. Ava had full hips, a rounded stomach, shapely thighs, and the largest rack he’d ever seen. He wondered what she looked like naked. Fred didn’t have any bitches in his own pack. They were too much of a fucking problem with their territorial bullshit. He liked to fuck who he liked. Once bitches got involved they started trying to gain his attention.

The only women he accepted were those of his old pack. His sisters and mother were accepted even though they were part of another pack. Also, his men who were mated, their women were accepted into the fold, but he didn’t bring in any unmated females.

“I don’t care. Do not hurt Jane. She’s done nothing wrong, and she’s too young.”

Wrapping his fingers around her neck, Fred pressed himself close to her body. His dick fitted against her ass. Her body was a thing of beauty, and Fred suddenly felt the desire to play with her.

Looking at Max he saw Jane was perfectly still, waiting for whatever he decided. “If I spare her, what will you give me?” Fred asked, liking his plan more and more.

“What do you want?” Ava struggled against him. Fred found her struggles addictive. He’d love to have her underneath him, struggling to get free. Only, she’d be crying out with the pleasure he gave her.

Running his hand down her body, Ava paused as he stroked his fingers across her breast and then down over her generous hips. He wanted her naked, in his bed, up against the fucking wall—Fred didn’t care as long as she was with him.

“What do I want?” he asked, staring out over the hall. None of them would miss Ava, and he wasn’t a cruel man. Jane didn’t know the shit her pack had caused, and sparing her wouldn’t hurt him. Max was holding Jane tightly, yet he wasn’t harming her. There was nothing vicious in the way he held onto her. They were not intentionally mean wolves. They were searching for justice. “Look at them, Ava.” He made her voice a caress as

he said her name. She tensed as he spoke her name. “They would rather see you slaughtered.” Ava gasped, and he banded his arm around her waist, holding her close.

“Jane is innocent,” she said.

He was taller than she was, and he saw the tears spilling down her face. This pack may have allowed her to run with them, but none of them wanted anything to do with her. They’d rather see her burn than try to help her. His disgust was back again in full force. Fred’s pack would accept her. They would stick together and make sure she wouldn’t be hurt. Being a woman bitten she wouldn’t have the same temperament as a full blooded bitch. They took care of their own. Even when his sisters stayed with him, his men respected them, took care of them, and made sure they were cared for. Fred trusted his men with everything, and because of that, he made sure to treat them with respect.

“The question is, Ava, what wouldn’t you do?” Fred asked.

She tensed in his arms, and he scented another smell from her, desire. The woman in his arms was attracted to him even as she was frightened. Smiling, Fred turned her to face him.

“What do you want?” Ava asked. Tears fell down her cheeks.

“It’s quite simple, sweetheart. I will spare the girl if you agree to become my toy for the next month,” Fred said. He caressed her ass loving the way she quivered underneath his touch.

“I can’t. I’ve got commitments.”

He nodded at Max, who jerked Jane harshly making her cry out.

“Then I suggest you change your plans for the next month. I want you with me for one month until the next full moon. If I get anything less, she dies.”

Jane whimpered, screaming as Max tightened his grip on her again.

“No, stop. I’ll do something. I agree,” Ava said, shouting over the noise the woman was making.

“You’ll agree to be my toy. To let me play with you whenever I want, however I want?” he asked.

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless. Did she like the thought of being his own personal toy? Fred looked forward to getting her to his home. All the things he could do to her made him yearn to get her home quickly without finishing what he’d come to do. His men could finish off what he started, and he’d be happy to get his woman in his bed.

Fuck, his cock tightened at the thought of sinking into her tight, warm pussy. “Max, do you have the girl?” Fred asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Tie her together with this one. We’ll take them home when we’re done.”

Fred handed Ava over to his man turning toward the crowd. Rage consumed him, and he knew what he wanted to do to rid his life of the fuckers.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Ava asked.

“You asked to spare Jane. Consider her spared. You never asked anything about the others. They’re going to die.” With them chained together it wasn’t going to be much fun.

He watched Max wrap the silver chain around the woman. The steam rose from Max’s hands as he touched the silver. His man would need some care when they got back to Fred’s house. Max’s wife would take care of him.

“No, please, spare them as well.”

“No, baby. Not even the pleasure of your ass for longer than a month would let me spare them.” The silver chain was wrapped around Jane and then tied to one of the posts. There was no way the two women would escape. He didn’t know what he was going to do with Jane, but he wouldn’t hurt her. Ava had seen to that, and he wasn’t a bastard who went back on his word. His word meant something to him. Maybe he was a bit old school, but he didn’t care. No one would ever say he would back out on his word.

Turning away, he gave the nod to his men to release the chains. Once the silver was gone, the pack turned into wolf form and ran. A few of them didn’t waste time to turn and had started running. Before he took Ava to bed he needed to run off some of his energy. Otherwise he’d hurt her with the need to hurt that currently consumed him.

He counted to three, taking time between each number. His men were already turning, waiting for the right time to strike. Smiling, he spoke the final word and allowed the change to happen. Howling up to the moon, he chased after the first person that wasn’t part of his pack. The night was going to run red with the blood of his enemies.