Loving Their Vixen Mate (Pack Wars Book 4) Read Free Page A

This case is driving me crazy. I want those bastards so bad, I can taste it.”
    Brandon understood Sam’s frustration. They’d been hot on Cheryl Johnson’s trail for over a week now and had been sure they were close several times, only to discover their information had been faulty. “I’m pissed as hell, too, that some scumbag Colter would have kidnapped a woman and then sell her. We’ll find her. We just have to be patient.”
    “Fuck patience.” Sam made a growling sound, though it wasn’t nearly as threatening as when he was in his wolf form.
    His cousin’s hatred for the Colters knew no bounds. It was what drove him—and that worried Brandon. “We have to be smart or whoever has Cheryl will put her someplace where we’ll never find her,” Brandon said.
    “Nothing is going to stop me from retrieving her. I didn’t stop searching when those fuckers killed my brother, and I won’t stop searching now.”
    Whenever Sam brought up his younger brother’s name, it was best not to engage him in conversation. Brandon decided it would be wise to keep quiet the remainder of the short trip to town.
    Sam pulled the truck up to the building and did a shitty job of parking. He then slammed the truck into park and got out.
    Brandon had to rush to keep up with him. “Slow down.”
    No surprise, Sam didn’t answer, but Brandon was able to catch up. They headed straight to the conference room where Trax said he’d meet them.
    When they entered, Trax looked up. “Thanks for coming in.”
    The Pack was dedicated to bringing down crime, and their boss, General Armand, ran the Pack like a military organization. Luckily, he believed in having the best equipment and the best-trained men. It was why The Pack was making great headway in taking down the Colter Organization. Unfortunately, it seemed to be an endless job. No matter how many Colters they killed or put behind bars, sooner or later, another leader would pop up and take over.
    “I wanted you two to see this. This occurred an hour ago.” Trax clicked on the surveillance camera feeds. “This is the warehouse district where Cheryl claimed she was drugged. Take a look.”
    Brandon watched as a stunning brunette climbed out of a car, followed by a man about her age. “Do we know them?”
    “I don’t have a handle on the woman yet, but the man is Jay Wagner, one of Paul Statler’s henchmen.”
    Fuck. Paul Statler was now the head of the Colters, having recently replaced John Hood, the man responsible for kidnapping Cheryl.
    The woman disappeared around the side of the building, but Jay stood watch. “Any idea what she’s doing?” Sam asked.
    “Beats me,” Trax said, “but if she’s with Wagner, she’s up to no good.”
    Brandon wasn’t so ready to condemn her. “The Colters usually don’t employ women.”
    Sam’s face contorted. “With the way she’s peeking into that empty warehouse, I’m betting she’s looking for the earring we found inside.” It had been their confirmation that Cheryl had been drugged there. Elena, Cheryl’s cage mate, remembered the girl wearing only one earring. Thankfully, The Pack had managed to extract Elena before she was sold.
    Brandon was intrigued. “If this woman is snooping around there with Jay Wagner, she might know something about Cheryl’s disappearance.”
    Sam straightened. “Then I say we find her.” He looked over at Trax. “Can you give me a copy of that feed? I’ll put it through our facial recognition software at work.”
    “Sure. Just give me a sec.”
    As he and Sam waited for Trax to copy the video, the General stepped into the room. “Glad I caught you boys. I have something I want to discuss with you.”

Chapter Three

    W hile Brandon was in the living room doing research on John Hood’s house, trying to figure out the best time to get in so they could locate the information the General had requested, Sam had copied a portion of the video feed of Jay Wagner and the woman. He’d emailed it