Greyson - Part 4: An Alpha Billionaire Shifter Romance (The Silver Moon Pack) by Cali MacKay Page A

then he spotted her— Sawyer . The head of the bear clan knelt down before her. “I’m not going to hurt you, but you need to get out of here. Where’s Greyson?”
    “He’s not here.” It was all she could get out before coughing uncontrollably, her lungs burning from the smoke.
    “Come on…you need to go.” He scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the burning home, but before she could panic, he set her down. “I’ll do what I can to hold them off and help Cullen. Just run .”
    And then she saw him—and he saw her. Flint .
    Yet before he could come after her, Sawyer was tackling him, the two of them clashing mid-air as they shifted, bear and wolf dropping to the ground in a warring tangle of fur and deadly jaws and claws. She was desperately worried and wanting to help, and yet she knew they were all fighting to give her a chance to get to safety, to keep her and her child alive. And maybe, if she got away, she could get them help.
    With shots ringing out, she ran for the trees, deeper into pack territory, and though she thought of shifting like Cullen had said, he didn’t know how wrong it’d gone the first time around. And then she heard him—or sensed him—and turned just in time to put her hands up defensively as Flint tackled her to the ground and knocked the gun from her grip. She tried to gather her up her energy and unleash it on him, but he punched her in the gut and then grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the ground so she couldn’t touch him.
    “Miss me, Juno?”
    “You fucking bastard.” Juno tried to buck him off as the pungent smell of blood filled her head. Flint was injured . She doubled her efforts, kicking and bucking. Somehow, she managed to get a hand free—and that was all she needed.
    Grabbing Flint’s wrist, Juno unleashed every bit of energy she could muster, jolting him hard enough to have him falling back as he screamed in pain. Lunging for him, she used both hands this time and tried to jolt him again, though her energy was mostly spent.
    She had to run, knowing that he’d come after her as long as he could draw breath. Her gun . Frantically, she searched the forest floor. There. Her fingers wrapped around the cold, hard metal of the gun, and then she was running…her feet hitting the ground as fast as she could manage.
    There was no fucking way she’d let him take her again, no fucking way she’d be his victim, no fucking way he’d ever touch her again. She refused to lose this fight .
    His snarl echoed in the night. He’d shifted —and she knew he was coming for her, her thighs burning as she ran. She sensed him upon her and turned just as he leapt for her, his massive wolf form ready to maul her, when she squeezed the trigger— again and again and again . She emptied her gun into his body as they fell to the ground; she was pinned beneath him, trying to hold him back as he tried to tear her throat out, and she swore, the bastard would never fucking die.
    Red-hot pain shot through her body, and she knew this was it. One of them was going to die here.
    She just had to make sure it wasn’t her .

Chapter Twelve
     
    Greyson cursed at his phone and hung up yet again as his call went to voice mail once more. “Where the fuck is she? And why isn’t anyone answering their damn phone?”
    “My men should have known that wasn’t Flint. Fuck… I’m sorry they screwed up.” Thayer’s apology sounded sincere, and if Greyson was thinking clearly, he’d admit that it was a mistake anyone could have made.
    The shifter at the cabin not only looked similar to Flint, but had his scent lingering about him, no doubt wearing Flint’s clothing to keep them thinking they were following the right guy. They’d been set up from the start. Maybe Flint realized he was being watched, and devised a plan to swap with another—or maybe he never left that last location until his double had lured Thayer’s men away. It wouldn’t have been hard to find out when their