cementing my status. If you aren’t on board you can leave now.”
“ Ry , I’m just saying to think here.”
“I’m done thinking.” Ryerson removed his gun from his hip and calmly shot his friend between the eyes.
“Shit, Ry , why did you do that for?” Another of his pack had joined them.
Ryerson hadn’t seen him or the others. No matter. They could take care of the body for him.
“He was speaking against his alpha. Anyone else feel the need?”
A chorus of ‘no’ followed Ryerson’s question.
“Good. Now get back to work and somebody find me some answers. There has to be something here that will tell us where they would go. The first person who finds information will become my new beta once we get home.”
Satisfied that the others would do as they were told, he went on his own search for something of Vivian’s. She had been there for a few days and had to have left a trace for him to find.
He wasn’t delusional no matter what Bart might have thought. He knew Vivian wanted nothing to do with him and wasn’t happy in their tribe, but he really didn’t give a fuck. She was promised to him and would be his. Those fucking wolves had better not touch her or he would obliterate them all.
Hell, he could take down the old alpha no problem, but it would be easier to control the masses if he did his take over the right way. And he would be in charge. His mentor thought he’d be a puppet on the string, but that wouldn’t be the case. He was more powerful now than ever before. He would take over. They would all bow before him. But if Vivian continued to elude him he would go home with guns blazing and her dead body along for the ride. A war would be nice. He could blame the whole thing on the wolves. That plan was even better. Anyone could die in a war and Ryerson could step right in and take control. Maybe spread things out and take over this area too.
Ryerson liked to dream big. It came from all those years of having nothing and he wasn’t going back.
“Ryerson, Bill found something.”
Good. All he needed was to be patient and things would fall into place. He was due some good luck. Ryerson followed his subordinate into the office, happy for the first time in weeks. He liked it when things came together.
* * * *
It had been hours, but Russ was finally happy that they had lost their tail. He’d find a hotel soon and get them settled for the night before taking off again in the morning. He wanted to make certain that there was no trace for the foxes to follow. So he was going to weave through the state before going on the right trail to the safe house. He hoped the others were gone and he didn’t want to think about the foxes defiling his home. That would make him angry and he needed a cool head to take care of his family.
Hot heads didn’t win. His father taught him that years ago. A cool head and logic worked best every time. And patience. He used to have that in spades. It was time to get it back.
Russ felt better than he had in days. Some of it might have to do with his mate clutching him so tightly. He finally spotted a hotel in the distance and turned his signal on letting the others know his destination.
They pulled into the parking lot and switched off the bikes for the first time in hours. They’d have to find a gas station soon too.
“Why are we stopping?” Greycen edged off the motorcycle.
Russ looked over to see Peter had let Greycen drive his bike. That was something he didn’t expect to see. Peter loved his bike and no one touched it. Something bigger was going on there.
“We lost anyone that was following us and we need to get some rest before we head on,” Russ explained.
“We should—” Greycen tried.
“No. We shouldn’t. Vivian is tired and not used to riding. Do you really want to chance her slipping off? I know I don’t. We’ll rest.”
“Don’t stop on my account,” Vivian interrupted Russ.
“Enough you two. Stop questioning me. Let’s