Sylvia's Torment (Enforcers and Coterie Book 2) Read Online Free

had known he’d need them – most likely Zmitro, his right-hand man – and he was grateful for the gesture. His long legs now encased in denim, he thundered up the stairs and through the open front door.
    Empty when he’d left, the main room had been filled with werewolves in his absence. Several were in human form while others had come as wolves. The body heat and scents overwhelmed him, especially after the clean, cool air of the woods.
    Emotions blasted him. Anger, sorrow, fear and hope mingled together, making it almost impossible to distinguish who felt what.
    Pride stirred in his chest. The pack had dropped everything to answer his call. A close-knit family, only thirty in the Toronto area, they spent holidays and weekends together. Lives intertwined, celebrations and sorrows shared. Each one missed Sylvia as much as he did. Her abduction tore a gaping, raw wound within the fabric of their world.
    All sound stopped, and every head swiveled toward him. Being the focus of so many werewolves would’ve unnerved a lesser man. Derek hardly noticed. In fact, he would’ve been angry if they hadn’t given him their undivided attention.
    The front foyer hosted several pack members while many more stood on the curving staircase. Eagerness and the fierce need for blood radiated from each one. These wolves considered Sylvia a daughter and a sister.
    Messing with one wolf invited the fury of the entire pack.
    “As everyone knows, the mages have found Sylvia and need our help.” His deep voice carried throughout the room. No one dared to interrupt or ask questions. He tolerated complete obedience and nothing else. “We will meet the mages at HQ, and from there, we’ll use a Fae portal.”
    Muttered voices erupted and swiftly died. Trusting the Fae and entering their realm occurred only in dire situations.
    A snicker undermined the seriousness of this meeting, and a near silent gasp echoed through the pack. Who would dare? He scanned the crowd, searching for the offender. Several members shuffled to the side. There . Derek’s lip curled as he spat out, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
    “Same as everyone else, Alpha, ” Shawn’s emphasis was meant as an insult, not a title of respect. “I heard the call to help the little wolf you lost.”
    Shawn’s sneer unleashed the fury within Derek. The other wolves, their backs to Shawn, missed the undercurrent and many shouted in surprise when their Alpha attacked. Derek barreled through the crowd, uncaring of who he hurt in his desire to pummel this smug prick. The ocean of rage drowned him, narrowing his world to this Lesser Alpha who wished to take Derek’s position as Top Alpha.
    That Shawn would dare to goad him with Sylvia’s abduction… Derek’s claws ripped through his fingertips, reacting to his anger. His hand shot out, seemingly of its own accord, aiming for the bastard’s neck. Maybe a torn throat would teach the other werewolf some manners.
    Another hand grabbed Derek’s wrist, halting his forward momentum. He checked the urge to continue forward. Not many had the strength to match Derek. His size alone gave him an advantage over most.
    “Derek, what are you doing?” Zmitro demanded.
    “Dealing with this asshole. I’m fucking sick of his attitude.”
    Zmitro leaned in, his mouth next to Derek’s ear so only he’d hear the urgent whisper. “We talked about this. He wants to prove you’re unfit. If you’re labeled as rogue, he won’t need to challenge you in a physical fight. The Coterie will put you down. So back off.”
    You heard what he said. He’s putting the blame on me for Sylvia’s abduction. Derek used the Alpha link to send a private message to his Beta.
    “ Da, I know. Just leave it for now. We have more important things to deal with, like bringing Sylvia home.”
    With a sharp nod, he pulled away from Zmitro and sheathed his lethal claws.
    Through narrowed eyes, he stared at Shawn, shoving all his hatred into the look. Soon