Page 30 of Pack Kasen, Part 1 (Caught #1)

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AREN

T he bunkhouse front door slams open with a violence that shatters the silence.

I’m snarling at whoever it is to get back inside. The test is not over until I howl it is.

It’s Dania, and her eyes are wide with panic as she spins around in a wide circle, fear bleeding from her pores. She doesn’t seem to hear me snarling, much less even see me. Her attention is elsewhere.

“What? What is it?” I approach her at a jog, instantly on high alert.

“Leo. I can’t find Leo. He was in my room watching a film, but when I went to get him, he wasn’t there and my window was open. Please tell me you’ve seen him?”

My head snaps toward the road.

The feral—Kat—had swung off it and scrambled out of the car before sprinting off into the distance.

Why?

Because she saw Leo?

“Get back inside,” I order Dania.

She rushes forward, twisting her fingers together. “Why? What is it?”

A howl rings out then.

Troy.

It’s the ‘come now, pack in trouble’ howl.

“Get inside now, Dania!” I take off sprinting.

I hadn’t thought I could kill the feral.

I couldn’t before.

But now?

I shed my human skin and embrace my wolf. He bursts out of me, enraged and ready to tear anyone apart who harms the pack.

I’m a man one moment, the next, a wolf, charging after the feral.

As a wolf, she’s fast, I give her that.

I take in everything as I run.

The feral, a lean, chocolate brown wolf, sprinting away from me.

Leo, frozen, gripping his toy lion.

Troy charging down the hill toward us, in close pursuit of what looks to be a four hundred pound stampeding buck.

What the fuck is that deer doing so close to the house?

I’m feet behind the feral, my enforcers following just behind me.

I put on a burst of speed to get to her before she can get to Leo.

If she puts one finger on Leo, I’ll?—

She blasts past Leo so fast his hair blows up, and he drops his lion. And she charges right at the deer instead.

The fuck ?

I skid to a stop as the truth slams into me without warning.

Her perfect honeysuckle and fresh fall leaves scent that I craved the first time I smelled it.

The way I nearly killed Troy for calling her beautiful.

Not wanting any woman but her.

My sudden and violent possessiveness.

How I couldn’t seem to stay away from her.

And that dream…

The dream that utterly wrecked me in the best, most perfect way.

Her giving up a chance to escape to save Leo.

And last, but most obvious…

How I could never bring myself to kill her when killing ferals never bothered me before.

A bitten human cannot be a shifter’s fated mate. They are created not born and only a born shifter has a mate.

Kat is not a feral like I thought.

Which means…