Pack and Coven by Jody Wallace

Author:Jody Wallace
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-02-19T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

With a curse, Harry crashed into the ground, a stick jabbing his ribs. His head banged a rock and stars exploded in his vision.

“What happened?” June called. “Did you slip?”

“Stay where you are.” He groped for the stick in his side. His hand came away wet, and the scent of blood flooded his nostrils. “Who’s there?”

The hands grabbed him roughly, tugging him to his feet. “Dude, a better question is, who’s climbing a tree?”

He’d heard that surfer guy accent twenty minutes ago. Maurice, Gavin’s minion.

Maurice tried to yank Harry’s arm behind his back. Ignoring the throb of his head and ribs, Harry broke the man’s grasp so easily it surprised him, using a martial arts move he’d picked up at some point.

His wolf snarled closer to the surface in a rush of strength.

Maurice attempted to tackle him. They grappled, neither able to land a punch. Maurice’s wiry body was nude and slippery, but Harry had the upslope advantage. He shoved the other man back.

Undaunted, Maurice regained his footing and lunged. Harry struck out, his fist encountering Maurice’s face. Maurice reeled and came at him again.

This time Maurice reached him. As they stumbled back, the lower branches of the tree whacked their heads and shoulders like whips. They exited the limbs and thudded into the boulder.

Maurice’s fingers wrapped around his neck. The other man’s pack-enhanced strength would cut off Harry’s breathing if he didn’t do something quickly. He’d gathered from the earlier conversation that Maurice was a bloodhound, not a fighter. Definitely not a leader.

“Back off,” Harry commanded, asserting his alpha.

Maurice paused, his fingers loosening. “What? Hey, I know you.”

To hell with sportsmanship. Harry brought up his knee, slamming it into Maurice’s crotch.

Maurice wheezed out a pained breath as he doubled over. Were the other shifters close? Harry prepared to stun the other man with an uppercut when Maurice dropped to his knees.

He couldn’t kick a dog who was down, could he?

“Sorry, dude,” Maurice groaned. “Uncle.”

“Are you insane? A naked man attacks me for no reason, I’ve got a right to defend myself.” He decided to play dumb. “Who are you and why did you jump me?”

“You’re Harry Smith.” Maurice hunched, practically groveling. He bobbed his head. “People are looking for you.”

It wasn’t just the knee to the balls. From his posture, Harry had quelled Maurice with alpha vibes. Amazing. He’d always been able to influence other shifters, but not this much. Either he’d gotten stronger or Maurice was spineless.

“Are you one of the people looking for me?” Harry asked.

“Depends.” Maurice rubbed his jaw. Mud smeared in various places, he smelled as much of dirt as he did shifter. “What are you doing up here—camping? This is a shitty place to camp.”

If he had to ask why Harry was here, Maurice didn’t realize he’d been inside the house. That didn’t mean he and June were in the clear.

“Hell no, I’m not camping. I was out for a run.” He inspected the scrape on his side.

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