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throat. The carpenter’s mouth opened wide, revealing sharp teeth ready ripe a hole in Sylvester.
    “You will release him immediately!” Emma’s sharp command bounced around the clearing and shook birds from their hiding places in the bushes.
    Trenton called to them again, but only Sylvester glanced in his direction, his eyes wide from a lack of air. Ben was too far gone into bloodlust to listen to authority.
    Trenton released his gun from the holster and fired a shot in the air. The men kept fighting, their blows growing more vicious. When Trenton pressed the hot muzzle against the back of Ben’s head, he finally froze.
    “You’re lucky these bullets aren’t silver, Ben.” He slowly holstered the gun. “I told you to go home. Unless you’d like a free ride to spend the night in jail?”
    Ben’s hands rose in the air and he slowly backed away from Sylvester. All the while, he laughed, his clawed fingers flexing. “This isn’t over, Sly.”
    “Yes, it is,” Emma said softly. “If I have to remove you from the pack, I will.”
    Ben huffed, but remained silent. Kyle wasn’t here, yet Emma played her role and didn’t hesitate as she stepped up to Ben, looking him square in the face. “Get in your car and go home. I don’t want your family to go rogue over this, especially after losing your sons to Liam and the witch.”
    Ben flinched as if hit. Trenton had witnessed what had happened to Ben’s family. He’d seen firsthand the chaos the witch had brought to town. How she had poisoned the alpha male’s mind and made him bite and infect people. Those who were bitten had rampaged and killed without recourse. Ben’s sons had been among those who’d been infected and died.
    “Please don’t mention that man’s name to me, Em.”
    “I know. I’m sorry.” She sounded genuine to Trenton’s ear. “But I had a point to make.”
    Before he climbed into his truck, Ben spit on the ground, and after a few seconds, he drove off. Trenton and Emma checked on Sly. The plumber wobbled a bit to get on his feet, but eventually, he stood.
    When Trenton turned around, Meg was all alone. Charly was gone.

CHAPTER THREE

    Tucked in the dark bathroom next to the stairwell, Charly sucked in a deep breath. The bite on her back had healed, but a dull ache had settled there. A constant reminder of what the chained werewolf had done to her. What those men outside could do, the women, too, she had no doubt. Her eyes snapped shut. She straightened her back and stood tall again, but behind her closed eyelids her imagination fed horrific visions into her mind: Ben’s elongated fangs as he leaned in to bite, his hands clenched around Sylvester’s throat. She tried to blink a few times, but she couldn’t shake visions of Sly’s eyes bulging as he gasped for breath.
    You can’t hide right now. A werewolf doesn’t act like this when faced with a pack fight.
    She wiped the cold sweat from her brow and opened the bathroom door. She refused to let her bite from a werewolf mess with her head. She was on a mission, and she couldn’t be weak. Not now. Not even if she wanted to run away at the first sight of fangs. She couldn’t if she wanted her mother to survive.
    Charly walked through the house, each step somehow gaining more confidence than the prior one. She opened the front door, only to bump into Trenton.
    “You all right?”
    “Yeah,” she blurted. “I haven’t gone to the bathroom—in a nice one anyway—for a while. Most places on the road have a bunch of nudie pics on the walls.”  
    Open mouth and insert foot. Why did she say such stupid things at times?
    Trenton took up the whole doorframe. He leaned against the door to keep it open. “Will you be okay if I leave you here?” His eyebrows lowered, and his brown eyes swept over her.
    “I’m fine. The room is comfortable and the food is good. Maybe a few days here with Emma and Meg will be good for me.”
    “As long as you’re comfortable. Don’t feel like you