Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,107

vehicle slid to a stop behind half a dozen other cop cars, Diego was out before the tires stopped squawking, flipping his weapon off safe and heading toward the sound of gunfire. But he made it barely more than a few strides before a tingling along the back of his neck made him spin around to look behind him.

He had no idea what made him look up at the windows on the building across the street. It wasn’t like he could smell anything inside, and there was nothing to hear but shouting, sirens, and gunfire. But something made him stare at a section of windows along the fourth floor of the building.

The glass there was heavily tinted and impossible to see through despite his werewolf vision. Even if there were people up there, they were almost certainly gawkers taking in the police drama going on right in front of them. Still, his inner wolf insisted that what he wanted was behind those windows. That if he waited, something horrible would happen.

Diego was running before he’d actually made the conscious decision to follow his instincts, shouting over his shoulder that he was going after Bree and Brandon. Trey shouted something back, but Diego was running too fast to hear what his pack mate said.

He picked up Bree’s and Brandon’s scent the moment he entered the street that ran between the building that had attracted his attention and the one to the southeast of it. Dave’s scent was heavy on the air, too, and Diego let out a deep-throated growl. For a moment, he was torn between letting his nose drag him farther down the street toward a white van parked there. He forced the urge aside as he realized that was probably the vehicle Dave had driven to bring Bree and Brandon here.

Focusing, he followed his nose to one of the building’s side doors. He jerked it open to find a set of stairs. All three scents mingled there and Diego raced up the steps, letting his nose lead him. All he could think about was reaching his mate and his beta in time. Thinking about anything else was impossible.

His fangs and claws were out before he reached the second floor. By the third, his body was starting to lean forward in an attempt to facilitate a full shift into his four-legged form. He fought the urge with everything he had. While he certainly wouldn’t have minded finding Dave and sinking his fangs into the guy’s throat and ripping his entire head off, he knew that wasn’t a good idea. Besides the whole issue with the man’s blood, there was the practical issue of not being able to open doorknobs in his wolf form.

He pulled himself back from the edge and made it to the fourth floor, yanking the door open so fast the metal handle bent in his hands.

Bree’s and Brandon’s scents hit him full force as he entered the wide hallway leading to what looked like office spaces. It didn’t smell like anyone had used these rooms in a while, which was probably why Dave had come up here. But all of that rational stuff disappeared as Diego realized how close he was to the two most important people in his life.

His nose led him to the second room on the right and he listened for a moment before cautiously opening the door. He wasn’t sure what he’d find, but when he saw Bree and Brandon bound and gagged, he lost it. A growl ripping from his throat, he rushed forward and slid to his knees in front of Bree. His M4 fell to the carpeted floor, but he didn’t care. The only thing he could focus on were his soul mate’s panic-filled eyes as she violently shook her head back and forth.

Diego forced his fangs and claws to retract, afraid he was scaring her with them. He was reaching for the gag in her mouth when his inner wolf shouted at him to move.

Dave.

Berating himself for his stupidity, Diego threw himself to the side, coming up on a knee, his SIG in his hand.

Something wet and warm splattered against his face as Dave approached him. The asshole had been lying in wait for him the whole time. Not that it mattered because Diego was going to make the man sorry he’d ever been born.

He surged to his feet, aiming the sights of his handgun in the center of Dave’s chest, praying the man gave him an excuse to