Synopsis

Jackson roughly kicked down the front door, the rage boiling from the situation festering inside of him. As they walked inside the old house and scanned the room, there was a man sitting on the couch watching TV. He lazily got up and approached them as if he didn't have a care in the world. As if he hadn't a clue as to what was about to go down.

The muscles in Jackson's arms flexed as his body went tense. His fists were clenched at his side, fighting the itch to release his claws. "Where is she?" For a moment Carter didn't say anything, and he felt confused as to why the future Alpha wasn't minding his own business. When it dawned on him and an evil smirk settled on his face, as he refused to say anything.

Suddenly, Jackson picked him up by his collar and shoved him against the wall. His forearm was pressed into his neck. He was careful with his actions; he wanted the man to hurt, just as he had hurt Lily, but he needed information first. "Where. Is. My. Mate." The Alpha ground out.

If Carter was as smart as he made himself out to be, he would obey the command in his best friends' tone and answer before he was torn to shreds. Instead Carter grinned even wider before saying, "tell me, alpha... Have you given her your mark yet? Because I've certainly made mine."

Jackson's eyebrows furrowed in anger as he removed his arm from Carter's neck and punched him so hard everyone in the room could hear the cracking of his neck and nose at the force. Jackson's wolf was in the process of taking over as he began repeatedly punching and clawing. Before he could rip Carter's head from his body, a whimper sounded from within the house. The Alpha's head snapped to the direction in which it came from, it focused him on the real reason why he was there. Without another thought, Jackson snapped Carter's neck then sprinted off in the direction of his mate.
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