His Trouble Maker

GRAYSON

She’s here. She’s down here. And she’s shifted.

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I drop to the floor hard, clawed fingers biting the dirt, knees cracking stone, chest heaving with every inhale like the wolf’s already tearing through my sternum.

The tunnel’s too tight for two, but I crawl anyway, hunched and snarling, bent wrong around the walls, scraping bone against cement because I can’t slow down, not now, not when the air’s this thick with her- burnt fur and blood and the kind of heat that shouldn’t be this fucking strong if she wasn’t in pain.

She’s bleeding. She’s running. She’s not okay.

My elbow slams the edge of the tunnel wall, tears straight through the fabric. Doesn’t register. The wolf howls under my skin and I bite my own tongue to keep from losing form. Every inch I crawl forward feels like the wrong direction, the wrong shape. I need to run. I need to shift. I need to take the fucking tunnel apart with my teeth.

“Grayson!” Pierce shouts behind me, voice catching.

I don’t look back. Don’t answer. I growl low in my throat and keep going, faster now, faster than my body was built for, back bowed, jaw clenched so tight I feel the pressure behind my eyes.

The tunnel dips. The scent hits harder.

Her. All of her. Wild, raw, broken open.

My vision whites out. I nearly eat shit on the drop but catch myself with my knuckles. Slam the weight into my wrists and shove off the wall hard enough to bounce. The tunnel’s not real anymore. Just noise. Just heat. Just the ghost of her pawprints dragging me under.

She’s not in control. I can smell it.

She’s caught between bodies. Bones half–split. Still in heat. Still fighting it.

The shame in her scent is thick as blood, coating my tongue, choking my lungs. Every inhale slides through my ribs like knives, makes my whole body curl in on itself. The wolf wants it. Wants her. Wants the wreck of her, the humiliated twist of her limbs as she runs from herself.

And I want to find her before anyone else does.

I slam shoulder–first into the trapdoor. Wood cracks. I hit it again. It doesn’t give, so I dig my fingers under the lip and rip. Metal tears loose. I won’t stop. I drag the whole thing off the hinges, fling it behind me like I’ll skin the next obstacle alive.

I drop down into blackness and land on all fours.

Heat. Right here.

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Right fucking here.

Pierce’s boots hit the ground behind me.

“She was here,” he pants.

“She still is.”

Because her scent’s fresh.

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fighting,” I say, teeth bared, chest heaving, breath shaking with how close

got away?” Pierce breathes,

“No.”

low. Run my fingers across the smear of fur on the

Alpha.

Male.

Twice her size.

don’t just see

howl claws its way up my spine but I lock my jaw and force it down, swallow the snarl before it rips open my throat.

I say low. ”

cuts, breath sharp. “Grayson… you should

snap

up behind him, shoulders hunched, breath short, fingers curling as my

And there he is.

What’s left of him.

Theo

at the ribcage, spine twisted so far back I can see the inside of his throat. One arm gone. One

His eyes are wide.

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Frozen.

Terrified.

Fresh.

more than

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harder than I mean to. My claws are out. They weren’t a second ago. My teeth ache. My

I crouch.

torn shoulder and fuck it, what am

did this,”

“Grayson—”

could

alive.” My voice cuts through

him?” Pierce’s shaking his head. “No omega

“She’s not just omega.”

claws against my palm until I bleed, until the wolf backs off just enough to let me

say again, lower. “And she’s

forward. Step

tunnel behind

Narrower, Clawed wide.

on the edge of the

I’m going to find her. And if anything else touches her before I do, I’ll rip their spine out

Pierce’s voice is behind me

she’s with Riot.”

rock for balance, left hand out to catch scent again. The dirt’s loose here. Packed wrong. Someone tunneled this fast–barely stable. A rat hole. A

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