Cliff Jensen stood with several other ranchers, glaring at Wade as he walked away, the sound of his work-worn cowboy boots on the hard flooring a harsh echo of his position. He was done talking. If the anger in Cliff’s and the others eyes and the hard line of their mouths were any indication, the wolves weren’t the only thing they wanted to see dead.
“We listened,” Gavin said. And nothing they’d heard gave him a reason to think this dispute was going to blow over.
Wade gruffed. “They’re full of shit. The wolves keep the elk population under control. No fucking way this is about wolves. This is about land and resources.”
“They sounded serious to me.”
“We need to plan. The others need to understand. If Channing land harbors wolves, and the ranchers sway the Fish and Wildlife Service to sign off on their proposal, we’ll have hunters all over our territory.”
“Do you think they will?” Gravel crunched beneath their boots as they crossed the parking lot to Wade’s truck.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve had to defend Channing land. Won’t be the last. We need Shiloh.” Shiloh and Wade had a special connection. Shiloh had been on Channing land as long as Wade. They’d built the ranch together. Lifelong friends.
None of the men on the ranch longed for the traditional ways of the lycan. Neither had they the instinct to take females as mates, had no desire to breed. But that hadn’t lessened their need to hunt, to chase, and fuck. Whether to dominate or submit, it would only be to another male.
“We’ll need to set up patrols.” Wade opened the driver’s side door of his truck and Gavin climbed into the passenger side. “No one goes out alone.”
“Maybe it would be best if the pack stayed close to home.”
Wade keyed the ignition. “And live like a caged animal? I’d rather be dead.”
Other titles by Taylor McKay
Available from Demanding Romance
Cowboy Tamed
Rough Rider