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her to hang behind, and the wolf they’d been pursuing—who’d killed his own mate while in a drunken rage—had doubled back.
    Dewi had shot him between the eyes, without hesitation or remorse.
    They had a pack edict. The woman’s family had demanded blood, and Peyton had granted it.
    Beck had wanted Dewi to talk to someone after the fact but Badger pointed out that there really wasn’t anyone for her to talk to. She was unique, a Prime Alpha female, and the Head Enforcer.
    She already instilled fear in others, even at that young age.
    That wasn’t exactly a quality which encouraged close personal relationships with many other people.
    Now, at least, she had Nami.

    * * * *

    Ken did his best to relax. No, he didn’t like flying, and he could already tell the chances were he probably never would. Knowing that Dewi felt calm and relaxed about their flight went a long way toward relaxing him.
    Well, it helped keep him from freaking out, which was nearly as good as “relaxed,” in this case.
    He’d take the win.
    After they landed in Denver and taxied to the gate, Dewi gently squeezed his hand before carefully prying his fingers from hers.
    “How you doing?” she asked. “Still okay?”
    He flexed his fingers. “If I survived this long, I guess can make it all the way.”
    “Are you sure? I don’t mind doing it.”
    “No, I need to get used to this. I have a feeling we’ll be doing it a lot over the years, and you might not always be with me when I have to fly.”
    “Thank you. I mean it. I know this was tough for you.”
    He took a long, slow, deep breath and let it out again. “It’s tough, but it’s a lot easier than…what happened. If I lived through that, this should be a cakewalk.”
    “What happened” was their euphemism for how, after Ken had been wounded, he managed to override Dewi’s standing Prime order, grabbed a gun, and killed a Prime Alpha wolf.
    And yes, after surviving that, Ken figured he could handle pretty much anything life threw at him.

    * * * *

    Manuel Segura didn’t just want blood. He wanted the guts, nuts, and head of the fucking animal who’d had the nerve to kill his little brother, Raul, at Raul’s daughter’s wedding, and in front of their friends and family.
    Including their mother, who was now bedridden with grief. Doctors thought the shock had induced a stroke.
    The worst part of this was he didn’t know why the fucker had killed Raul. The people standing close by who’d heard Carlomarles swore he’d mentioned “taking blood,” but Manuel didn’t understand why. Never before in their dealings with any other cartel had they run across Carlomarles, or could find anyone who knew of him before that moment.
    Ah, but he would learn all of that, when he tortured the information out of the beast.
    His men had lost track of Joaquin Carlomarles in Bogotá, but it looked like he’d hopped a cargo flight to Miami. The man had shown up on US Customs lists there. Manuel’s contacts in the States were working on that angle now. Somehow, the guy had made it to the Tampa area, where he’d boarded a flight to Spokane, Washington.
    Considering another contact of his had tracked ownership of the apartment the animal had been living in to a shell Mexican corporation controlled by an American corporation based in Idaho, he suspected he had an idea where the man was heading.
    It wasn’t anything but a coincidence and a start, and a good one, but he wanted more.
    Manuel wanted to listen to the man’s screams for mercy as he slowly killed him.
    He would have his retribution, if it was the last thing he did.
    He would take blood for blood.
    And he would make sure the man knew terror before he died.

Chapter Three

    They rented three vehicles upon their arrival at the airport in Spokane. Originally, they’d been slated to only have two large, all-wheel-drive SUVs. When Ken booked Joaquin’s last-minute plane ticket, he had the foresight to add another car.
    Unfortunately, all