River and I shift simultaneously and dash off after the big brown wolf. The entire way I pray to whatever God exists to let me best friend be okay. Maybe it's not her blood or maybe she's not as injured as we think.
The tang of blood thick in the air, we crest over a small hill. Laying on the other side is a small body with medium brown hair that is so caked with blood it almost looks the same color as mine.
Her body is broken. So broken. I know she can't be alive.
Griffin shifts and tried to cradle his younger sister is his arms, but her body is so mutilated and torn apart that he can really only hold her head in his lap. He lets out a heartbreaking wail and sobs into her hair.
I remain in my wolf form. She's giving me the order and control I desperately need right now. I scent the scene around me, taking in the spring grass flavor that is undeniably Grayson, the spicy smell of Aspen, and a darker, muskier stench of a unfamiliar wolf.
My wolf growls, already hating the stranger. Griffin takes a few minutes to collect himself, then rests Paloma back on the mossy earth. She's gone now. All that's left is her broken and bloody body. He wipes his hands off on his chest and turns to me. "Let's find whoever did this" he says darkly.
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The Pine Mountain pack is chaos when we arrive. Half the pack is shifted. Mournful howls fill the air and I know they have already heard the news. We must look like a strange sight, naked, covered in another's blood, walking purposely through the crowd.
Then I smell my mate.
A growl rips from the throat as I start to run towards him. He's in wolf form, pacing a small mental cage. His fur is matted with blood and mud. He's injured with a gash on his neck and a limp to his back paw.
"What's going on?" I scream at no one in particular.
Aspen steps forward. He's flanked by his father, Sable, and an barely familiar male. The alpha of the Monadnock pack, Sable's brother. I immediately recognize his stench as the stranger on Paloma's body.
"Your mate killed Paloma" Aspen says sternly. His voice sounds sure and sound, but the little tell-tale tick of his eyes gives the lie away. The slight shift to the left is what always made me able to win at the card game 'bullshit' as kids.
"Bullshit!" I call him out on it.
His eyes shift again. If I didn't already know he was lying, I would certainly know now. Besides, I know my mate. He wouldn't hurt anyone, let alone my best friend. Grayson growls from his cage.
Aspen looks past me. "He murdered your sister, Griffin. Erik and I were there and saw the ending."
Erik. That must be the Monadnock alpha. With a whiff in his direction I notice that he smells fresh and clean, like he just washed copious amounts of blood off his body.
Griffin storms toward them. He pushes Aspen against the outside wall of the main lodge. With a hand wrapped around his throat, he growls, "We both know that's not true. Why don't you tell us what really happened?"
Aspen's eyes shift to the alpha's and he gulps. "That's what happened. You saw him when he tore out of here earlier. He's unhinged. We need to put him down."
Now it's my turn to growl. I see River unlocking Grayson from the cage out of the corner of my eye.
The crowd is restless. Initially they believed their Heir, the boy who would be their alpha in a few short months, but now seeing Griffin and I taking the other side, they aren't sure what to believe.
Grayson draws himself out of the cage and shifts. He has a long cut running along the side of his collarbone and it looks like his foot might be broken, but still he lounges for the Monadnock alpha and pushes him so he's next to Aspen against the wall. "Try again, fucker" He breathes out harshly. He's in pain and it kills me.
"Tell them how I ran when I smelled her blood. Tell them how you told me it was another hunter. Tell them how you both jumped me when I got close enough to see the body. Tell me why she was mauled in the middle of the woods. I would really like to know that and I'm sure everyone else would too."
I watch as Griffin applies more pressure to Aspen's throat. His face is turning red and there's sweat beading at his hairline. "It was Erik!" He chokes out. "He said she couldn't live after she heard us. I didn't know she was there. Please, Griffin," he pleads, looking into his oldest friend's eyes, "Please. You know I wouldn't hurt her. It was all him. I'd never hurt her."
There's a sick crunch as Erik kicks out Grayson's wounded ankle and then he's shoving past him, shifting and turning with his teeth bared. He has Gray injured and backed up against the wall. River goes to move, but I'm so far ahead of him. Before I even heard the crack of bone breaking, my wolf pushed to the surface and I freely gave myself to her.