Bitten by Treachery (Hadley Werewolves) Read Online Free

at you running to the alpha’s house to settle matters like a pup.”
    “Okay, boys.” Trenton shoved himself between the two men. A little distance should help cool their tempers. “What’s the problem?”
    From the corner of his eye, he spotted Emma, Meg, and Charly on the porch. Emma perched on the first step with her hands on her hips. Her not-these-guys-again expression was in full effect.
    Sylvester stepped forward first. “You tell this overzealous carpenter boy here there’s no such thing as squatting rights on abandoned Hadley lots.”
    “Are you calling me a squatter?” A growl rumbled in Ben’s chest. The carpenter had a good foot on Sylvester, but in a fight, Sly’s build was the kind that won fights. Past experience taught Trenton a bigger wolf didn’t guarantee a winner. Just more bloodshed.
    “You talking about the Freeman place?” Trenton asked. There were too many empty lots since the sickness spread through the wolves. Damn witch. Homeowners who’d been slaughtered and had no relatives left many Hadley houses in limbo. A few had been bought by the local bank, but not all of them.
    “Yes,” Ben snapped. “Zachariah and I have been drinking buddies for over twenty years. He’d give me his place in a heartbeat.”
    Sly chuffed. “Bullshit. The land is smackdab next to yours, and I’ve seen you slinking around the place. The Nancys bought it fair and square from the bank. You’ve got no rights to it.”
    Ben offered a chilling smile, revealing an elongated incisor. Tufts of dark hair grew along his thick arms. “Keeping your son-in-law protected under your apron strings I see. How come he didn’t confront me today?”
    Heat rose from the men. The situation wasn’t getting any better.
    “You,” Trenton pointed to Sylvester. “Over there by your car.” Then he gestured to Ben. “And since you’re feeling talkative, you can park yourself over on the porch steps.”
    Ben marched over to the steps. He glanced up at Emma, keeping his eyes averted from her discerning expression. But when his gaze flicked to Charly, he grunted. “Who the hell are you?”
    “Eyes here, Buddy.” Trenton rested his hand on his hips and tried to hold in the sigh. Wasn’t he supposed to be getting some rest? A cop never really clocked out. “The law is the law, Ben. You can’t trespass on property you don’t own.”
    “Human laws don’t mean shit to me right now. Not after that fucking witch came here.”
    “Be that as it may,” Trenton’s voice rose to meet Ben’s, “you have no right to trespass on Nancy land. They bought the land, and it’s theirs to keep.”
    Ben’s hands formed claws. They scrapped against the stone step, creating a noise that grated against Trenton’s ears. “Aren’t you the snappy one now that Kyle’s out for a spell?”
    “Don’t do it, Ben.” Trenton’s muscles tensed, and his nostrils flared.
    “Go home,” Emma added. “We’re safe now and don’t need pack members stirring up trouble. If you want space so badly, there are plenty of other places.”
    Ben didn’t want any other house. To Trenton, it was written all over his face. The way his shoulders hunched forward. The way his dark eyes lightened to a bright yellow. The scent of anger turned bitter like the aftermath of a forest fire. Trenton rested his hand on his holster. Not today, man. Not today.
    “If this is settled, I’m going back to work,” Sylvester grumbled. “If I see you on my son’s land again, you and I will have more than words.”
    “Why wait?” Ben sprung from his spot, launching himself through the air. He landed with a heavy thud on top of Sylvester. The men rolled across the dirt and rustled up dust in their wake.
    “Shit!” Emma yelled from the porch.
    Trenton raced toward them. “Enough!” he thundered.
    Claws emerged from the pairs’ hands. They punch and clawed at each other, drawing blood. Ben managed to get on top of Sylvester with his hands around the man’s