Three in the morning and it took a good six hours to get to Deals Gap from his pride’s lands. He must have hopped in his car after speaking with Katie, his rage fueled by every passing mile and accumulating hour. He was well and truly pissed by the time he’d rolled into town, and it didn’t seem like the climb up the mountain had lessened that anger at all. She closed her eyes and centered herself, allowing the cat to creep forward enough to scent the air. The A/C kicked on, bringing her more aromas from the house and beyond. There was no scent of Jeremy’s big assed diesel truck, but the stink of his fur did reach her. So, he must have left his vehicle at the base of the mountain and shifted to make his approach. Four legs instead of four wheels. No matter. Ryland could take him. And that’s what it’d come down to, really. The fury in the air told her more than human words ever could. Jeremy had violence—death—on his mind and his cat would be appeased with nothing less.
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