On the Prowl

the wolf who had attacked young Frazier—it had been Justin.
    Leo’s wolf was back. He handed Charles a note with a name and phone number written in purple ink.
    Charles tucked the note in his pocket and then nodded. “You are right. There are not enough females—so those we have ought to be protected, not killed. Did you kill them yourself?”
    “All the women? No.”
    “Which of them did you kill?”
    Leo didn’t answer, and Charles felt his wolf perk up as the hunt commenced.
    “You didn’t kill any of the women,” Charles said. He looked at the model-perfect men and at Justin who was beautiful in an unfinished sort of way.
    Leo was protecting someone. Charles looked up at Isabelle, who loved beautiful men. Isabelle, who was older than old Willie O’Shaughnessy had been when he’d begun to go crazy.
    He wondered how long Leo had known she was mad.
    He looked back at the Alpha. “You should have asked the Marrok for help.”

    LEO shook his head. “You know what he would have done. He’d have killed her.”
    Charles would dearly have loved to see what Isabelle was doing, but he couldn’t afford to take his eyes off Leo: a cornered wolf was a dangerous wolf.
    “And how many have died instead? How many of your pack are lost? The women she killed for jealousy, and their mates you had to kill to protect her? The wolves who rebelled at what the two of you were doing? How many?”
    Leo raised his chin. “None for three years.”
    Rage rose its ugly head. “Yes,” Charles agreed, very softly. “Not since you had your little bully boy attack a defenseless woman and Change her without her consent. A woman who you then proceeded to brutalize.”
    “If I’d protected her, Isabelle would have hated her,” Leo explained. “I forced Isabelle to protect her instead. It worked, Charles. Isabelle has been stable for three years.”
    Until she’d come to Anna’s today and realized that Charles was interested in Anna. Isabelle had never liked anyone paying attention to other females when she was around.
    He risked a glance and saw that though she hadn’t moved from the mantel, Isabelle’s legs were back to dangling down so she could hop down quickly if she wanted to. Her eyes had changed and watched with pale impatience for the violence she knew was to come. She licked her lips and rocked her weight from side to side in her eagerness.
    Charles felt sick at the waste of it all. He turned his attention back to the Alpha. “No deaths because you have an Omega to keep her calm. And because there are no females to compete with except for Anna, who doesn’t want any of your wolves, not after they raped her on your orders.”
    “It kept Anna alive,” Leo insisted. “Kept them both alive.” He ducked his head, an appeal for protection. “Tell your father that she is stable. Tell him I’ll see she doesn’t harm anyone else.”
    “She tried to kill Anna, today,” Charles said gently. “And if she hadn’t…She is insane, Leo.”
    He watched the last trace of hope leave Leo’s face. The Alpha knew Charles wouldn’t let Isabelle live—she was too dangerous, too unpredictable. Leo knew that he was dead, too. He had worked too hard to save his mate.
    Leo didn’t give any warning before he attacked—but Charles had been ready for him. Leo wasn’t the kind of wolf to submit easily to death. There would be no bared throats in this fight.
    But they both knew who would win.

    ANNA had been stunned to stillness by what Leo had revealed, but that ended when Leo attacked. She couldn’t help the little yip she let out, anymore than she could help her instinctive lunge forward to protect Charles.
    A strong pair of workman’s hands gripped her by the ruff of her neck and pulled her back despite the scrabbling of her claws on the hardwood floor.
    “Here, now,” Boyd’s rumble hit her ears. “Steady on. This isn’t your fight.”
    His voice, one she was used to obeying, calmed her so she could think. It also helped that Charles avoided Leo’s first strike with a minimal movement of his shoulders.
    The other wolves had come to their feet and part of her registered Justin’s insistent chanting, “Kill him, kill him.” She wasn’t sure which wolf he wanted to die. He hated Leo for controlling him and for being Isabelle’s mate. Maybe he didn’t care which one died.
    Leo struck three times in rapid succession, missing each time. He’d committed to the last blow, and when it didn’t land he had to take