Twin Wolf Trouble (Shifter Squad Six 2)

TWIN WOLF TROUBLE

SHIFTER SQUAD SIX

BY

ANYA NOWLAN
 

A LITTLE TASTE…

Both of them pulled the duffels up on the seat and unzipped them almost in unison. Madeline yelped and pressed herself against the seat as they pulled out matching assault rifles and ammo belts, hooking the belts around themselves and checking the contents of them.

“Don’t worry, sugar, we’re the good guys,” Tex said, grinning like someone had given him a shot of endorphins.

“I don’t know about that. But for the sake of this conversation, let’s assume that we are. At least this time,” Thatch commented with a smirk.

“The hell’s going on? Who are you?!” Madeline gasped, her mind racing far faster than the train.

“Your knights in shining armor,” Tex said, stepping closer to her and taking her hand.

He kept his green eyes trained on her grays as he raised her hand to his lips and kissed the top of it. Her heart literally skipped a beat. It was ridiculous. His touch made a whole new kind of heat rush through her at supersonic speeds.

“Come on, Prince Charming, let’s save the world and
then
flirt, okay?” Thatch growled, yanking Tex toward the door by his collar. “But I’m expecting to see you later, Miss Madeline. Don’t go too far,” Thatch said, giving her a quick salute and then disappearing out of the door along with his brother.
 

Copyright © 2016 Anya Nowlan

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Shifter Squad Six

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

A LITTLE TASTE…

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

EPILOGUE

BAD CAT BLUES EXCERPT

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 

CHAPTER ONE

Tex

Very few things got Tex’s blood pumping and his ears humming with irritation, but leaving a good party when it was just getting thumping was one of them.

“I still think this is one of the shittiest ideas you’ve ever come up with,” Tex grumbled, loosening the tie that felt like a noose around his neck.

He hadn’t slept since the previous day and the tequila and whiskey were still making rounds in his blood stream, though the alcohol was little more than an afterthought now. As far as he was concerned, no one could tell him that he was doing anything wrong. It had been Connor’s wedding after all – if he didn’t get a bit blitzed there, where
was
he supposed to party then?

“Yeah, well, tough luck,” Thatch grumbled, slinging his heavy duffel bag over his shoulder and slinking through the crowd like a man on a mission.

That wasn’t too far from the truth. Not with the Crawley twins, anyway. Lately, it seemed like they were
always
on a mission. Usually, nothing made Tex gladder than the chance of some rampant violence, but today, he was a little bit preoccupied.

It was an odd mixture of relief and joy for Tex, seeing his squad leader get hitched. Walking through the train station now, following his twin Thatch, Tex couldn’t help but take a minute to think about it. With sleep in his eyes and his muscles heavy from the long day and night of tearing it up, his mind seemed to be as alert as ever for some ungodly reason.

Happiness wasn’t something that was supposed to happen to guys like Tex, Thatch, Connor or the rest of Squad Six. All ex-SEALs, they had plenty of blood on their hands and with their jobs for The Firm, a large private security and army for hire establishment, it wasn’t like those rivers of red were going to stop any time soon. None of them wanted them to – that’s what kept them going back to the job.

Not so much the carnage, maybe, especially since they prided themselves on getting in and out fast and doing their missions as smoothly as they could, but the danger, definitely. The adrenaline that pounded through Tex’s veins every time he was hiding from an enemy almost as sharp as he was, or setting up a trap for some unsuspecting schmuck was unlike any feeling he’d ever had. It was what life tasted to him like – if it didn’t have a dash of action to it, it wasn’t fun.

But that didn’t make for a conducive environment to have a relationship in, let alone raise children. Somehow, Connor had made it work, though. He had the most stressful job out of all of the squad, seeing as he had to keep the rest of them alive and on point, yet he’d found the perfect woman, had a child with her and married her. And no one that didn’t deserve to die had done so in the process.

It was mind-boggling, to say the least. It even gave Tex some hope.

Weirder things have happened.

“We can still turn back, you know,” Tex grumbled as Thatch made him stop in a long line, waiting for their tickets like they were tourists or something. “You can have that redheaded bridesmaid, I’ll take Connor’s estranged cousin, or whoever she was, and we’ll all have fun. Come on, live a little!”

He didn’t expect it to work. One look from Thatch confirmed as much. Yet, there was a hint of amusement in the way the corner of Thatch’s mouth curved when he shook his head, fishing for his wallet in his pockets.

The older Crawley was always the responsible one. They were Alpha twins, destined to form a triad and lead their wolf pack one day, but so far the only thing they were interested in leading was a quick charge with preferably a bunch of explosions and a thick wad of cash on the other side. One would think that nearing thirty, they’d be well on the way to growing up by now, but if anything, Thatch had started accepting a lot more missions than he had before, chasing the danger even harder.

Only this time, his eagerness to work was fucking with Tex’s day and he wasn’t all that thrilled.

Frustrated, Tex let the duffel crash to the floor and he sat down on it heavily, unbuttoning a button on his white dress shirt. They were both still in their suits from playing their parts as Connor’s groomsmen, dressed up like they had some sense of fashion outside of ripped jeans and combat boots, and the tight fabric felt like it was suffocating him. Tex shifted a little on the bag, feeling the butt of his assault rifle dig into his ass.

I’m in no fucking state to go playing hero today,
he thought glumly, glowering at Thatch.

But Thatch had a point. They were supposed to go see the pack back in New Orleans during the squad’s break and if he knew anything about himself then it was that if someone allowed him to go on a bender, he wasn’t going to crawl out of his fun comfort zone until they were tagged for another out of country mission. And if he didn’t show up at home, his mama was going to give him a real whooping.

He might have been a werewolf commando, but even Tex knew that a mama wolf was not the right person to piss off.

Tex yawned, trying to get those muddled thoughts out of his head. He heard as Thatch bought two tickets and then reluctantly, he hauled himself back on his feet again. He could almost feel the way his wolf was stretching and snarling and pacing in him, wound up as badly as Tex’s human side was.

Wouldn’t have been so bad if he could have stayed at the party, had some shots with Grim, Dutch and Grant, gotten with some pretty young thing and then slept it off for a few days, but no. He had to sit in a train for the whole ride from California to New Orleans and hope and pray that something went wrong.

“Come on,” Thatch said, nodding towards the platforms. “We don’t want to miss the train.”

“Don’t we really?” Tex snorted back, falling into step with his brother.

They passed through the crowd of bodies, most of them giving the two tall men way when they noticed them coming like two trucks down the highway. The Crawleys stood taller than almost anyone around them, both built wide and strong. The suits might have helped, giving them a certain debonair charm that perhaps their regular street thug clothes wouldn’t have conveyed.

In any case, Tex was far too annoyed to enjoy the newfound attention and Thatch seemed to be preoccupied with scoping everything and everyone out. They reached the platforms in time to see the train pull in, New Orleans blinking in yellow lights on the little screens above the doors.

Tex trotted along as Thatch went up the side slowly, walking past all of the cars. Lazily, Tex observed his surroundings, not putting too much enthusiasm into it. He did frown slightly when he saw three men crossing in front of Thatch and walking into a car, though, something about their stance catching him as odd.

Straining his neck, Tex took another look at them and the reason why the trio had stood out to him was immediately obvious. They were built like brick walls, all three of them. And the matching haircuts didn’t leave much to ponder.

Marines
, Tex thought idly, running his gaze over the men that could have once been his brothers in arms.