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were the alpha, Blaine. Who the fuck is this?” Kerrick looked past Colby to where Blaine was standing and raised an eyebrow.
    “Never mind who I am, you son-of-a-bitch!” Colby shouted. “Now get back on that bike of yours and get out of here, or I’ll make you wish you had.”
    Kerrick strode lazily toward the porch, not hurrying, but not backing down an inch. He glared at Colby. “That’ll be the day. You know that’s the second time you’ve called me a name, and I don’t think I like it much. Come out from behind that gun and face me like a man.”
    He was halfway up the sidewalk by this time and one of Kerrick’s friends quickly came up beside him and touched his arm. He glanced down at him, but growled and shook him off. Taking another step toward the porch, he taunted Colby again. “Well, motherfucker? You talk big behind that gun. Let’s see how you do when you put it down.”
    “Colby,” Blaine said, his voice full of warning as he stepped in front of the gun again. He still kept his voice low so no one could overhear. “Put it down. You don’t have to prove anything. Just stop this now before it’s too late.”
    Colby’s hands were shaking, but he did lower the gun a fraction. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he shouted, dodging around Blaine, “but it won’t work. We have no interest in joining your pack or allowing you anywhere near ours. This is our land. Now get the hell off it.”
    Kerrick gave him a long look and then angled one at Blaine, his lip curled in contempt. “Maybe I did make a mistake at that. I was under the impression that you were the alpha, not this piece of shit. Maybe the blood of this pack is too thin and weak to join with ours.” He turned his back on both of them deliberately and sauntered back toward his bike.
    Things seemed to happen then in slow motion. Colby made a choking noise deep in his throat and raised the gun back up. This was an old shotgun so he had to manually cock the hammer before he could pull the trigger. Blaine heard him cock the weapon and saw his finger trembling on the trigger. He made a leap for the gun and wrenched it out of his hands, but as he pulled it away from him, his finger hooked on the firing mechanism.
    A deafening blast made them all reel back in surprise and horror. Blaine fell back against the front door with the shotgun clutched to his chest and Kerrick grabbed the side of his neck and fell forward.
    His men caught him in their arms and lowered him to the ground, bending low over his body and making little outcries of horror. Blaine could hear the soft cries of pain Kerrick was making too, and they made his stomach clench in horror and sympathy. He was on the verge of jumping off the porch to go to him when Kerrick struggled back to his feet. He wrenched his gaze toward where Blaine still stood on the porch, and he saw the look of surprise and fury come across his face. Blaine was still clutching the gun to his chest.
    Kerrick leaped forward and ran toward the porch, his gaze never leaving Blaine’s, his face a mask of rage. Blaine’s mind filled with images of violence. Blaine’s gammas surged in front of Blaine from all sides to defend him, while Kerrick’s men did the same for their own alpha, jumping in front of Kerrick and forcing him back with sheer numbers. The whole pack of huge wolves were off their bikes by this time, shouting vows of vengeance and baring their teeth. They bore Kerrick away and made it back to the bikes. There were too many wolves around Kerrick for Blaine to be able to see him well, but he caught an occasional glimpse of Kerrick’s face, flushed with strong emotion, with blood spilling down his shirt from a wound on the side of his neck.
    They jumped on their bikes and roared back down the way they’d come, an obscene red stain left behind them on the grass.
    For a long moment, no one spoke or even moved. Then Blaine threw the gun away from him with a muffled cry. Furiously, he rounded on