Zeus's Pack 9: Rave Read Online Free Page A

the backseat with enthusiasm. “I’m starving.”
    “And if Logan gets away from us because you two want to grab a bite? Who is going to explain that to Zeus, hmm? I sure as shit am not telling the man Logan couldn’t be found in time because I was too busy shoving a greasy burger down my throat.”
    “Chickenshit,” Rave grumbled.
    “Damn straight,” Jaxxon shot back.
    Ian turned in his seat, grinning mischievously at Rave. “We could always shift and eat Jaxxon.”
    “His hide is too tough.” Rave chuckled.
    Jaxxon scowled at Rave in the rearview mirror and then grinned.
    This was going to be one long ass ride. Rave sat back, thinking about his mate, Agent Monroe. The man had said he had to close out the bookie case, but he would be back. The bookie had one of his goons kill a prominent lawyer and Memphis’s mate had witnessed the murder. Romano had come here to hide out, but the FBI had soon followed as well, stopping Romano or anyone else from being killed.
    And that was when Rave realized that Agent Monroe was his mate.
    That was four months ago.
    Rave wasn’t too happy about the guy being gone so long. He had tried to call, but always got the man’s voice mail. He didn’t even know Monroe’s first name. How pitiful was that? Rave wondered if maybe Monroe was avoiding him. The agent knew about shifters.
    How much he knew, Rave wasn’t sure.
    But he had looked like he wanted to come back after that hot ass kiss they shared in the parking lot. Or maybe his mate was just a damn good actor and couldn’t wait to get the hell away from Rave.
    Being hungry and having an MIA mate wasn’t helping Rave’s mood. If anything, it made it worse.
    “We’re getting close,” Jaxxon announced from the driver’s seat.
    “Read me that address.”
    Ian rattled it off and then punched it into the GPS that sat mounted on the dashboard. Jaxxon drove slowly, everyone watching their surroundings as they drove up a small concrete driveway only large enough for one car at a time. They parked behind a red Nissan and got out. It was nightfall now, the stars twinkling high above and the moon casting a long shadow over the house in front of them. The day had withered away as they had driven here. That meant Rave had to watch the shadows as he grabbed this guy they’d come here to retrieve.
    “If he doesn’t know that he is a styre mente , what in the hell are we supposed to tell him?” Ian asked as all three approached the large oak door. The house didn’t look very big, and there was a rusted, green metal chair sitting to one side of the door. There was a large bay window to one side, shrubbery sitting in front and below like leafy sentinels.
    Rave glanced around, but saw only parked cars under streetlights.
    The neighborhood was quiet, as if everyone were asleep already. A few lights were on in various houses, but the street was as quiet as a graveyard.
    Rave shuddered. That was a hell of a way to think about it.
    “We could tell him that Max needs him back at the hospital,” Rave said as he hit the glowing orange doorbell.
    Rave froze when he heard a crash and then someone scream. It was a male’s voice, and it was loud enough to wake the dead. Using his shoulder, Rave rammed his body into the door. That didn’t work.
    He reached out and turned the knob. It was unlocked.
    The three shifters raced inside just in time to see two men crash through a back door. Rave gave chase. He wasn’t sure who was who, but if that was Logan being taken away, he needed to rescue the man.
    The two men weren’t running side by side. One was being dragged by the other. Not a good sign. Rave shifted into his werewolf form and leapt, landing on the pair. He fought to get the guy that had been dragged away from the house by the man in a black suit.
    “Go back inside the house,” the man in the black suit said calmly.
    Ripples washed over Rave, making him release the guy in jeans and a sweater. He took a step back, his muzzle to the