I move my fingers deftly and one of the vines slams into his mouth, an effective gag. I look at the rest of them. “I won’t ask twice.”
“Stone Creek Pack,” one of them mutters reluctantly. “Those assholes are from the Black River Pack. They attacked us first.”
“The hell we did!” The boys from the other pack snort. “You p***y-ass bitches—"
I flick my hand, and his mouth is also gagged. “Language. I’m going to lower you down to the ground. You’re going to walk inside and call your respective Alphas. They need to come and pick you up.”
I can see that the group is sufficiently intimidated, even the brash-mouthed ones from the new wolf pack in town. However, no matter how dismayed they look, I’m more miserable.
I don’t want to see Austin.
But I don’t have any other choice, either. Th
