The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper Book 2

The Council by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Chapter 62

Mason

The moment I land on the floor of the packhouse, every wolf turns and begins jumping on me. I begin tearing into them, trying to fight my way out. I knew they’d be after me, specifically, and I was right. It’s only a moment or two later that I hear Elijah’s wolf snarling and Gunnar’s wolves start getting ripped off of me.

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Before long, the warriors that were sleeping are up and fighting. It’s utter mayhem. Our omegas are trained to fight, but this group has more warriors than we do. Elijah and I can take on more than one at a time, but it feels like they just keep coming and I still haven’t seen Gunnar, Shawn or Conrad yet.

As I’m fighting, I get a quick mind link from Luke that all the she-wolves are in the safe room. I relax just a bit, knowing that no matter what happens, Jara is safe. And I know my mate is smart. She will have called Seth and help will be here within the hour, we just have to survive that long.

As I’m fighting, I begin to feel tethers to my pack breaking as my pack members die on the battlefield. I hate that we are losing even more wolves, but it can’t be helped, and Gunnar and his group will die today for bringing this war to my pack lands.

they enter the packhouse. We’re leaving a path of death behind us as we make our

don’t know which one it is, but it doesn’t matter, because almost immediately, two more step in behind him. I watch as they flank the first one and I realize that one is Gunnar. Shawn and Conrad

head, ready for the fight. I snarl, my lip curling back, my tongue snaking out between my

us, Elijah comes to stand beside me, ready to take them on, three against

they are leaping at us. Gunnar comes straight for me, and I leap into the air, meeting him halfway. Our teeth are

the side and I turn quickly, snapping my teeth and catching the

neck, but he only grabs fur. I roll over, feeling the tug of his teeth, tearing into my fur, but once I’ve rolled over, I begin scratching at his underside. He tries to move aside, trying to avoid my claws, but while he’s focused on me, Elijah turns and bites down on his

again before jumping on Gunnar’s back.

attack and he leaps at me again. We roll around on the packhouse floor, snapping and scratching at each other. I’m so consumed by him that I don’t see

him, when Gunnar snaps his teeth on my neck. He misses my jugular, but I feel his teeth sink into the side of my neck and my shoulder. I see Elijah stepping away from a wolf lying dead

pulling him off of me. That’s all I need to redirect my attention back to Gunnar. It’s time for this Alpha a*s*shole to die, like the

throat

this time, pinning him to the ground. I grab hold of the back of his neck and begin shaking my head violently. I don’t snap his neck, but I tear off a good chunk of skin and

down, putting all my weight on him, keeping him from being able to move and I look

nowhere for him to go. I lean in, snarling at him, willing to make this