The Claiming by Cooper

The Council Chapter 43. Mason

Mason

We begin crawling our way through the area, careful to stay near where there are already holes from the

mines blowing up. When we get to a place where there are no holes, we toss more rocks until we find

the mine. It draws their attention to the general area where we are, but if we don’t get across, this effort

will have been in vain.

I hear some of the warriors behind me crying out as they get hit with a bullet, but Seth and I push on.

When we finally get to the other edge, we jump up and start attacking Emanuel’s warriors.

I throw one into the mine field and his weight must set it off because his body explodes, blood and guts

going everywhere. I see the fear on the next warrior’s face, but I don’t hesitate. I throw him into the mine

field too. He screams stop when he lands, unharmed, but a moment later, our men attack and kill him.

Our pack members start pouring out of the mine field and quickly, the pack is overwhelmed. Even with

the guns, they are no match for the number of warriors we brought.

I grab a man by his shirt collar, lifting him off the ground.

“Please, please don’t kill me. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

I lift him so he is face to face with me. “Where are the she-wolves?” I

snarl at him.

“In the packhouse.”

“Where in the packhouse?” Seth says, coming over to stand beside me.

“Alpha’s quarters.”

“Top floor?” Jonas asks, coming out of the mine field, carefully keeping Isabella behind him. The warrior’s

eyes go wide when he sees her.

“Yes.” He says, while nodding, his eyes not leaving Isabella. When Jonas sees the lascivious looks that

this man is giving Isabella, he snarls, startling the man’s attention back to me.

“Stay here. Don’t move and we’ll see about letting you live.” I tell him, setting him back down on the

ground.

I’ve only taken two steps when I hear a gurgling sound behind me. I whip around to see a warrior holding

Emanuel’s warrior’s hand. In his hand, he has a knife that is now lodged in his throat.

“Alpha didn’t say to stab him in the back, did he?” Our warrior growls, releasing the man as he drops to

the ground dead.

I turn back to the packhouse, barking orders as I go. “Surround the packhouse. We need someone at

every entrance.”

Jonas is barking his own orders. “Protect Isabella. She will get the she- wolves out, we’ll need a

protective wall to make sure they are protected and that no one tries to take them.” He says.

When we get to the packhouse, there are more warriors inside. Seth and I immediately begin attacking

them while Jonas gets Isabella past them and up the stairs with his group of warriors.

I’ve just taken out the last of Emanuel’s warriors when I hear screaming and yelling above me. I look up

just in time to see Jonas toss Emanuel over the fourth floor banister to the floor at my feet.

“Have at him boys. The girls up here are in bad shape.” He says before turning back.

I look at Seth, who gives me a vicious smile. “Human or wolf?” He asks me, meaning which form do I

want to kill him in.

“No!” Emanuel says, trying to sit up, but he has too many broken bones from his fall.

“I can give you information.” He says.

“You mean like how Gunnar, Shawn and Conrad are attacking Luke and Zaire right now? We already

know.” I say, watching Emanuel’s eyes go

wide.

“Surprised? Our alliance is much stronger than yours.” I tell him.

“Speaking of alliances, where is Elder Rudy?” Seth asks, looking around.

“He’s with them. They took all the Elders so they could rule that the she- wolves have to be returned to

their packs.”

“Too bad, I’d have liked to kill him too.” Seth turns, looking at me.

“Wolves it is.” He says, and we shift, tearing Alpha Emanuel apart.

When we’re done, we shift back, looking around and making sure we didn’t miss anyone. We’ve

decimated this pack. There may be a few that escaped, but overall, the 75 wolves that lived here are

dead.

We stand by and watch as Isabella coaxes the she-wolves out of the bedroom. There are two adult

females that still have silver restraints hanging from their wrists. There is also one she-wolf pup,

somewhere in the 8 to 10 year range, but it’s hard to tell. She’s undernourished so she might be older. All

of them have bruises on the parts of their bodies that I can see, black eyes, busted lips and fingerprints

on their arms and throats. Even the young one. It makes my stomach turn and I’m glad we killed

Emanuel. All three she-wolves are wrapped in blankets, so I have to assume that they were naked

upstairs.

They’ve just stepped outside, when Jonas moves to speak to us. He doesn’t take his eye off of them as

he talks.

“They were strapped to beds. Even the little one. I don’t what happened, Issy is going to try and find out,

but it’s not good.” He turns, looking at us.

“It’s a good thing we got here when we did. I don’t know how long they’ve been in that situation, but it

was too long.”

I’m just about to respond when my phone rings.

I look at the caller ID. Elijah. I frown, answering the call.

“Elijah, it’s a bad time.”

“Alpha, you need to get to Alpha Davis’s pack.” He says, just as Seth’s phone begins to ring.

“Why?” I say and I’m moving before I even realize it, Jonas hot on my heels.

“Alpha Davis’s packhouse just blew up.”

I’ve shifted and am racing for Alpha Davis’s pack a moment before I hear Seth doing the same. I hear

Jonas grab my phone, asking what happened.

“We’re on our way. Seth and Mason on in wolf form, be on the lookout for them.” He says before I’ve run

too far to hear any more.

My mate, my pup.

If anything has happened to them…..nothing better have happened to them.