Death's Servant
Chapter One

"Jon!" Romeo's deep voice follows as I stride quickly down the hall. "Get back here."
I round the top of the stairs and descend at full speed, skipping steps in my haste to leave. Anger pulses like a living beast beneath my skin. If I don't get the hell out of here, my alpha and I will come to blows.
The urge to fight, to answer the call of my inner wolf, colors my vision, tinting the werewolf pack's large home in a wash of red haze. Claws itch to descend through my clenched fists, and the brush of fur waiting to erupt tingles my skin.
"This is not over." Romeo's booming shout thunders through the house. "Get back here now, or don't ever come back!"
This time he's getting what he threatens. What's so crazy about suggesting a support network for wolves? Why am I suddenly the object of scorn and ridicule? Is organizing packs somehow a threatening concept to our way of life?
A tiny voice inside whispers, Your suggestion of such a change goes against everything a werewolf pack stands for.
Could that be true? Would instilling communication among hundreds of Weres hurt us as a species?
I block the denials I've heard for months. Doesn't make sense. Could Romeo's resistance stem from something bigger? Should I listen to the gossip saying I've evolved into an alpha faster than anyone expected? There is only one male alpha per pack, not two; one mated pair deciding the fate of their wolves, and those who don't agree must leave. Or fight for supremacy.
I barrel out the front door and sprint toward the detached garage, where a few of the single wolves have bedrooms in the space above the cars. I throw open the door, the heavy steel bouncing off the siding in my unchecked rage. I need to talk to Lori, my werewolf girlfriend in the pack. I'm ready to leave and want her with me.
My inner beast gnashes its teeth, ready for a challenge, eager to return and face the man who saved my life over a year ago. Tamping down the temptation, I rush the inner stairs three at a time. The scent of half a dozen wolves lies heavy in the confined space, confusing the rational part of my mind struggling to remain in control.
I recall the past in an effort to still my raging desires-I owe this man my life. Romeo found me lost and afraid when I awoke in the hospital, uncertain of what I'd become. Elsa, his wife, sensed immediately I was different, discouraging her mate to allow me into their pack. Romeo didn't care. He recognized me for what I truly was-a scared college kid who didn't know what the fuck happened to his well-ordered life.
When I reach the upper hall, I'm jolted out of my calming reverie by sounds of passion. I smile, wondering who Kotsana has lured to his waterbed now.
"That's it, baby," a familiar female voice coos softly. "You know I like it good and deep."
The instant anger near the surface of my mind threatens to overwhelm me. I stop cold-leaning a hand on the wall, gasping to catch my breath-while my packmate screws my girlfriend beyond his shut bedroom door. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to block images conjured by the sound of the big wolf making waves on his water mattress.
A soft panting noise reaches my ears and I know what's next-Lori's about to peak and scream to the high heavens. I wasn't sure if I loved her or if my feelings were caught up in the passion of our relationship. But all I feel right now is a white hot fury and a desire to tear someone apart with my bare hands, limb from limb.
Before I think through my actions, the doorknob to Kotsana's room is in my hand and I tear the door off the frame. The sound of splintering wood rips through the air and freezes them both on the bed. Lori's mouth opens in a silent O of shock.
I surge into the room and loom over their naked, sweating bodies. "Two-timing bitch!"
Lori grabs a sheet to cover herself as Kotsana looks at me with cool, calm eyes.
The Were hoists himself off her pliant body to lean against the headboard. "Careful, Jon." His deep voice rumbles across the space between us as he raises his hands in a placating gesture. "She's not your mate and she wanted this."
I look at the silky dark hair framing Lori's elfin face. Her huge cornflower blue eyes shimmer with excitement. My heart hardens when she reaches a hand to fondle her own nipple.
"Want to join us, Jon?" Her other hand snakes to stroke Kotsana's still erect cock. "I bet the three of us could have some fun." Her head tilts to the side and she looks at her lover, perhaps trying to judge if he's game.
I knew she was a randy bitch, and she's certainly been pouring off sexual pheromones every waking hour of the day, but I honestly thought I satisfied her and we were building something.
Kotsana looks my way, recognizes my slow burn of barely controlled rage, and moves her hand from his body.
The second she's no longer touching him, I lunge across the bed, lugging her off the mattress by her arms. "You think it's funny to play more than one guy, don't you?" I grasp her shoulders and shake her hard, hoping her brain rattles in that pretty little head. "Just because you can fuck every unattached wolf you meet, doesn't mean you should."
I toss her unresisting form in the direction of the door and advance on Kotsana. "You knew she was with me."
His dark brown eyes flit to the floor, not meeting mine. "She smelled so damn good."
My hands curl over the bigger man's biceps and, in a move I'm sure I'll regret in a few minutes, I haul his naked ass from the bed and drag him toward the closed window. "Next time you bed a horny werewolf, make sure she's not sleeping with someone higher than you in your own freakin' pack." Kotsana's face changes to fear as he looks over his shoulder, working out what I plan to do. Panic pours off his larger frame, goading me to savagery at his show of weakness. "You'll have time to think about the wisdom of bed-hopping while you heal."
And with that, muscles bunch in my thighs and across my back as I throw the heavier man through the glass window. I turn back to Lori as she's scrambling into her discarded clothing. The tinkle of falling glass and a dull thud reach my ears, followed by screams of pain. The big man lies shrieking on the asphalt driveway below, and I couldn't care less.
"Jon, please." Fear etches the delicate lines of her face. "Let me explain."
I push by her, resisting the urge to pick her up and toss out her cheating ass with Kotsana. "What is left to explain? That the sex we had this morning wasn't enough for you? That the three orgasms I gave you while you screamed your love for me left you wanting?" I storm away, past two bedrooms, to the one we shared.
"Wait, Jon. Please!"
My fists clench at my side, anger boiling within me as I spin around to face her. "We're through! I'm done with this pack and the sex free-for-all you take as the status quo." Moisture gathers in my eyes, blurring my vision. "And to think, I came here hoping to take you with me. What a fucking joke."
Lori's face collapses and she starts to bawl. "Jon, no, don't go like this. We can work it out."
I slam my fist into the wall near her head, destroying the dry wall and the two-by-four behind it. "How can we possibly move beyond this when I still envision you reaching for his dick and inviting me to join?" I pull my hand from the hole, staring at the dry wall dust while ragged breaths steal past my lips. "Who the hell does that?" I whisper while looking into her clear blue eyes. "Who would twist what we had the way you did?"
She turns her face away, unable to meet my gaze any longer. Not having her with me is for the best. I can't imagine how in the hell I thought she was a good choice, in any sense of the word.
Lori hugs her arms around her curvy torso and sinks to the floor in the hall. I leave her to wallow in tears and quickly pack my bags, grabbing anything of personal value and all the clothes I can cram into the two large duffels.
The whole encounter, from tossing Kotsana out the window to making my way to the driveway, took less than five minutes. One of the other female Weres, Deneishia, crouches over the injured man on the asphalt.
Uncaring, I ignore his moans of pain and her calls for assistance. I stalk past them, climb inside my jeep, start it, and peel out of the Manitoba pack compound as fast as I can.
Romeo will get his wish.
I'll never come back-no matter what.