Perry's POV
Tracking Phoebe's scent proved challenging since Reginald had thrown her into a car, masking her trail. It took me a considerable amount of time to pinpoint exactly where that bastard was holding my mate.
At least they hadn't crossed the border yet.
They'd holed up in some cheap motel a good distance from Rosa's place. I remained in beast form, my senses locked onto Phoebe's intoxicating scent.
She was definitely here.
I reached out through the mindlink to my ten warriors who'd followed me. We matched Reginald's numbers perfectly—he couldn't risk bringing a large force into enemy territory either.
Meanwhile, I could see that Reginald was distracted, completely unaware of the death closing in on him.
By the time awareness hit him, it was far too late. A howl pierced the night, signaling the attack had begun.
"Shit!" he snarled, leaping to his feet and roughly shaking Lynn awake.
