Page 6 of Charged By the Razorbacks

Aleksy took it. Hard. Tires biting as they cut through the intersection. The connection pulsed again. It was growing stronger the closer they got.

Jarek’s jaw tightened as it hit deeper this time, less ignorable, more—demanding.

“She’s hurt, bleeding,” he said, quieter now.

Aleksy’s grip tightened on the wheel. “Where?”

“Side. Shoulder. Doesn’t matter.”

Well, yes, it did, and once they found out who had done it, they would rip him limb from limb and dine on the bastard’s liver, a personal favorite of his boar, but not right now.

Right now—

“She’s holding it together,” Jarek added.

Barely. But she was, and that mattered more than anything.

“Right,” he said, voice sharpening. “Take the next right—then straight. Don’t slow down.”

Aleksy didn’t. The truck surged forward, engine pushing hard as the city blurred around them. Jarek’s focus tunneled. The world outside reduced to movement and direction and the steady, relentless pull dragging him forward.

“Closer,” he muttered.

Aleksy didn’t respond. Didn’t need to.

He felt it too. Not the same way. But enough.

“Stop,” Jarek said suddenly.

Aleksy braked hard, the truck skidding slightly before settling. Jarek was already out. The building in front of them looked abandoned, but he knew she was in there.

The pull hit again. Hard.

Jarek didn’t slow. He hit the door. Metal buckled under the force, the lock giving with a sharp crack as he drove through it, Aleksy right behind him. They moved down a hallway, the scent of dust and decay ripe in the air, but beneath it a thread of something that had his boar pushing to be let loose. It was the scent of their mate’s blood.

They charged into a room at the end of the hall, and Jarek saw her first. Not the hybrids he could sense in the room or the space itself. For a moment, all he was her. Her. In the center of it all, fighting,

Her movements looked tight, and her posture told him she was compensating. Favoring her side.

There was wet blood at her shoulder, but still—still cutting through them like she refused to go down any other way.

Something in his chest snapped. Hard.

He and Aleksy didn’t wait a second longer. The first hybrid went down under his hands, force driven by his rage driving through bone and muscle as he took it out fast, efficient, brutal.

Aleksy was already engaging the others, precision cutting through what Jarek broke apart.

And her—Tamsin—their Tamsin, she didn’t hesitate. Didn’t falter. The second they entered her space—she adjusted.

Shifted.

Opened.

Like she knew how to fight with them. Like she’d done it before. Jarek clocked it instantly. Stored it.

Because that wasn’t coincidence. That was—expectation.

Her gaze snapped to him as she drove her blade home, breath sharper now but controlled—and her lips curved. “About damn time you showed up.”